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1 Thou, who didst stoop below, To drain the cup of woe,

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And wear the form of frail mortality,

Thy blessed labours done,

Thy crown of victory won,

Hast passed from earth-passed to thy home on high.

It was no path of flowers,

Through this dark world of ours,

Beloved of the Father, thou didst tread;

And shall we in dismay

Shrink from the narrow way,

When clouds and darkness are around it spread?

O thou, who art our life,

Be with us through the strife!

Thy own meek head by rudest storms was bowed; Raise thou our eyes above,

To see a Father's love

Beam, like a bow of promise, through the cloud.

4 E'en through the awful gloom,

Which hovers o'er the tomb,

That light of love our guiding star shall be;
Our spirits shall not dread

The shadowy way to tread,

Friend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth lead to

thee.

211. S. M.

1 Lord Jesus! come; for here
Our path through wilds is laid;
We watch as for the day-spring near
Amid the breaking shade.

2 Lord Jesus! come; for hosts
Meet on the battle plain :

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The patriot mourns, the tyrant boasts,
And tears are shed like rain.

Lord Jesus! come; for still
Vice shouts her maniac mirth;

And poverty 's a crushing ill,

While teems the fruitful earth.

Hark! herald voices near
Lead on thy happier day:

Come, Lord, and our hosannas hear;
We wait to strew thy way.

5 Come, as in days of old,
With words of grace and power:
Gather us all within thy fold,
And never leave us more.

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1 When gathering clouds around me rise,
And, sore dismayed, my spirit dies,
On him I lean, who not in vain
Experienced every human pain :
He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.

2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the thing I would not do,
Still he who felt temptation's power
Shall guard me in the dangerous hour.
3 O God! when I have safely past
Through every conflict but the last,
Let faith in him still watch beside
My dying hour, for he too died;
Point me to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away!

213. L. M.

1 O Saviour! is thy promise fled?
Nor longer might thy grace endure,
To heal the sick, and raise the dead,
And preach thy gospel to the poor?

2 Come, Jesus! come! return again :
With brighter beam thy followers bless,
Who long to feel thy perfect reign,
And share thy kingdom's happiness!

3 A feeble race, by passion driven,
In darkness and in doubt we roam,
And lift our anxious eyes to Heaven,
Our hope, our harbour, and our home!

4 Yet, 'mid the wild and wintry gale,
When Death rides darkly o'er the sea,
And strength and earthly daring fail,
Our thoughts, Redeemer, rest on thee!
5 Come, Jesus! come! and as of yore
The prophet went to clear thy way,
A harbinger thy feet before,

A dawning to thy brighter day:

6 So now may grace, with heavenly shower,
Our willing hearts for truth prepare!
Sow in our souls the seed of power,
Then come and reap the harvest there.

214. L. M.

1 Our Saviour's words are, "Watch and Pray": Lord, make us willing to obey,

In thought, word, deed,—that so we may
Pray whilst we watch, watch while we pray.

2 Lest while we watch, and fear no snare,
We fall into neglect of prayer;
Or, while we pray, and watch not, Sin
Creep like a subtil serpent in.

3 When by an evil world beset,
Allurements smile, or terrors threat,
Well may we watch our Master's eye,
And pray for faith to fight or fly.

4 For he who hath commanded thus, Oft watched and prayed on earth for us; And still with interceding love,

Watches and prays for us above.

215. 7s M.

1 Jesus, Lord, we look to thee,
Let us in thy name agree:
Show thyself the Prince of Peace;
Bid our strife for ever cease.

2 Make us of one heart and mind,
Courteous, pitiful, and kind,
Lowly, meek in thought and word,
Altogether like our Lord.

3 Let us for each other care,
Each the other's burden bear:
Each to each unite, endear!
Come, and spread thy banner here!

4 Free from anger, free from pride,
Let us thus in God abide;
All the depths of love express,
All the heights of holiness!

216. L. M.

1 And is the Gospel peace and love?
Such let our conversation be;
The serpent blended with the dove,
Wisdom and meek simplicity.

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