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2 So in thy Son thy power divine,
Thy wisdom, justice, truth, and love, With mild and pleasing lustre shine, Retlected from thy throne above
3 Thou, at whose almighty word
Fair light at first from darkness shone! Teach us to know our glorious Lord, And trace the Father in the Son.
DODDRIDE. 1 To thee, O God! we homage pay,
Source of the light that rules the day;
Reflects thy rays and speaks thy name. 2 In louder strains we sing that grace
Which gives the Sun of Righteousness;
And cheered by him shall grow and thrive. 4 Oh may his glories stand confessed,
From north to south, from east to west!
may bis gospel run,
2 Thus doth the eternal Spirit own
And seal the mission of his Son:
3 He dies; the heavens in mourning stood: 14 Decay, then, tenements of dust; Ile rises, and appears with God:
Pillars of earthly pride, decay: Behold the Lord ascending high,
A nobler mansion waits the just, No more to bleed, no more to die! And Jesus has prepared the way.
2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke, 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air To heaven he led his followers' way;
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer; Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, The desert thy temptations knew, Unveiling an immortal day.
Thy conflict and thy victory too.
3 “ Come, wanderers, to my Father's home; 4 Be thou my pattern: may I bear
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest." More of thy gracious image here !
“Greater love hath no man than this." 383.
384. “He hath not where to lay his head."
As tender tears from Jesus fell: [Jews, The gloom of twilight gathers fast,
385. “With his stripes we are healed." ANON. | 6 Thy parting blessing, Lord, we pray:
Make but one fold below, above; 1 A voice upon the midnight air,
And when we go the last, lone way, Where Kedron's moonlit waters stray,
Oh give the welcome of thy love! Weeps forth in agony and prayer, “O Father! take this cup away.”
386. “Thy will be done."
ANON. 2 Ah! thou who sorrow'st unto death, 1 LORD, in thy garden agony, We conquer in thy mortal fray;
No light seemed on thy soul to break, And earth for all her children saith, No form of seraph lingered nigh, • God! take not this cup away." Nor yet the voice of comfort spake,