But in thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.

2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will, Such love, and meekness so divine,

4 Now may our joyful tongues
Our Maker's honour sing;
Jesus, the Priest, receives our songs,
And bears them to the King.
5 On earth thy mercy reigns,
And triumphs all above:

But, Lord, how weak are mortal strains,
To speak immortal love!

6 How jarring and how low

Are all the notes we sing!

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But in thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.

2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
Such deference to thy Father's will,
Such love, and meekness so divine,

2 Follow to the judgment-hall,

View the Lord of life arraigned:
O! the wormwood and the gall!

O! the pangs his soul sustained!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of Him to bear the cross.
3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb:
There, adoring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time,

God's own sacrifice complete:
"It is finished," hear Him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
4 Early hasten to the tomb,

Where they laid his breathless clay;
All is solitude and gloom;

Who hath taken Him away?
Christ has risen, He meets our eyes;
Saviour, teach us so to rise.

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Christ the Way.

JESUS, my all, to heaven is gone,

He, whom I fix my hopes upon; His track I see, and I'll pursue The narrow way, till Him I view. 2 The way the holy prophets went, The road that leads from banishment, The King's highway of holiness I'll go, for all his paths are peace. 3 This is the way I long have sought, And mourned because I found it not, My grief and burden long have been, Because I could not cease from sin. 4 The more I strove against its power,

I sinned and stumbled but the more,

Till late I heard my Saviour say,
"Come hither, soul, I am the way."

5 Lo! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb, Shalt take me to thee as I am:

Nothing but sin I thee can give, Nothing but love shall I receive. 6 Then will I tell to sinners round, What a dear Saviour I have found; I'll point to thy redeeming blood, And say-" Behold the way to God!"

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Christ the Refuge.

WHEN I behold my heart

With sin's deep stain impressed,
Fain would I draw a curtain dark
Across my guilty breast;
Hiding from all, but most from thee,
My God, its vast iniquity.

2 O! could I mount the wing
Of the ascending morn,
And be to earth's remotest ring
Ere close of evening, borne,
I'd haste, I'd fly o'er land and sea,
To hide me from myself and thee.
3 Alas! how vain the thought!

The Power that guides the sun,
Must bear the flying fugitive:
And when the day is done,
Within thy hand must be my bed,
Beneath thy wing must rest my head.

4 O! whither shall I fly,

Omniscient God, from thee?
Within the deep, impervious folds
Of night's dark canopy?