"And he healed them." Matt. 4: 24.
WHEN, like a stranger on our sphere,
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Where'er he went, affliction fled,
And sickness raised her drooping head.
2 The eye that rolled in irksome night
Beheld his face, for he was Light;
The opening ear, the loosened tongue,
His precepts heard, his praises sung.
3 His touch the outcast leper healed;
His lips the sinner's pardon sealed;
O'er the cold grave he bowed his head;
He spake the word, and raised the dead!
"Never man spake like this man.'
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From lips of gentleness and grace,
When listening thousands gathered round,
And joy and reverence filled the place!
2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke,
To heaven he led his followers' way;
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke,
Unvailing an immortal day.
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3 "Come, wanderers, to my Father's home;
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest;
Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come,
Obey thee, love thee, and be blest.
1 Peter 2: 19-25.
A. C. COXE.
OW beauteous were the marks divine
H in thy meekness used to shine,
That lit thy lonely pathway, trod
In wondrous love, O Son of God!
2 Oh, who like thee, so calm, so bright,
So pure, so made to live in light?
Oh, who like thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woe?
3 Oh, who like thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,
So glorious in humility?
4 Ev'n death, which sets the prisoner free,
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn, to thee;
Yet love through all thy torture glowed,
And mercy with thy life-blood flowed.
5 Oh, in thy light be mine to go,
Illuming all my way of woe!
And give me ever on the road
To trace thy footsteps, Son of God!
Leaving us an example."
Y dear Redeemer, and my Lord,
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,
I would transcribe and make them mine.
3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer:
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict, and thy victory too.
4 Be thou my pattern; make me bear
More of thy gracious image here:
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name
Among the followers of the Lamb.
and, on Olive's brow,
The star is dimmed that lately shone;
'Tis midnight; in the garden now
The suffering Saviour prays alone.
2 'Tis midnight; and, from all removed,
The Saviour wrestles lone with fears;
Ev'n that disciple whom he loved
Heeds not his Master's grief and tears.
3 'Tis midnight; and, for others' guilt,
The man of sorrows weeps in blood;
Yet he who hath in anguish knelt
Is not forsaken by his God.
4 'T is midnight; and from ether-plains
Is borne the song that angels know:
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe.
Luke 23: 46-49.
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H, come, and mourn with me awhile;
Oh, come ye to the Saviour's side;
Oh, come, together let us mourn;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified!
2 Have we no tears to shed for him,
While soldiers scoff and Jews deride?
Ah! look how patiently he hangs;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified!
3 How fast his hands and feet are nailed:
His throat with parching thirst is dried;
His failing eyes are dimmed with blood:
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified!
4 Seven times he spake, seven words of love;
And all three hours his silence cried
For mercy on the souls of men ;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified!
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"It is finished." John 19: 30.
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TIS finished!"-so the Saviour cried,
And meekly bowed his head, and died :
""T is finished!"-yes, the race is run,
The battle fought, the victory won.
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2 ""T is finished!"-Son of God, thy power
Hath triumphed in this awful hour;
And yet, our eyes with sorrow see
That life to us was death to thee.
3 ""T is finished!"-let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round;
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""T is finished!"-let the echo fly
Thro' heaven and hell, thro' earth and sky.
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Gal. 6 14.
WHEN I survey the wondrous cross
Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God:
All the vain things that charm me most—
I sacrifice them to his blood.
3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were an offering far too small, Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all!
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"Salve, caput cruentatum."
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SACRED Head, once wounded,
With grief and pain weighed down!
How scornfully surrounded,
With thorns thy only crown;
O Sacred Head, what glory,
What bliss till now was thine!
Yet, though despised and gory,
I joy to call thee mine.
BERNARD.
J. W. ALEXANDER, Tr.
2 What language shall I borrow,
To praise thee, heavenly Friend,
For this, thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
Lord! make me thine forever,
Nor let me faithless prove:
Oh, let me never, never
Abuse such dying love.
3 Be near me when I'm dying,
Oh, show thy cross to me:
And, for my succor flying,
Come, Lord, and set me free:
These eyes, new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move;
For he who dies believing
Dies safely in thy love.
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