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3 For everywhere we find our suffering Lord,

And where he trod May set our steps; the Cross on Calvary

Uplifted high Beams on the Martyr host, a beacon light

In open fight. 4 To the still wrestlings of the lonely heart

He doth impart
The virtue of his midnight agony,

When none was nigh,
Save God and His good Angel, to assuage

The tempest's rage.

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1 God's word is that true light,

That, when all other lamps grow dim,
Shall never burn less purely bright,

Nor lead astray from Him. 2 It is the golden key

To treasures of celestial wealth,
Joy to the sons of poverty,
And to the sick man health.

3 The gently proffered aid

Of one who knows us, and can best
Supply the beings He has made
With what will make them blest.

4 It is the sweetest sound

That infant ears delight to hear,
Travelling across the holy ground,

With God and angels near. 5 There rests the weary head,

There age and sorrow love to go ;
And how it smooths the dying bed,
Oh ! let the Christian show.

223. S. M.
1 How beauteous are their feet

Who stand on Zion's hill,
Who bring salvation on their tongues,

And words of peace reveal! 2 How happy are our ears

That hear this joyful sound !
Which Kings and Prophets waited for,

And sought, but never found. 3

How blessed are our eyes,

That see this heavenly Light!
Prophets and Kings desired it long,

And died without the sight.


C. M.
1 Father of mercies ! in Thy word

What endless glory shines !
For ever be Thy name adored

For these celestial lines.

2 Here, springs of consolation rise

To cheer the fainting mind
And thirsty souls receive supplies,

And sweet refreshment find. 3 Here, the Redeemer's welcome voice

Spreads heavenly peace around;
And life and everlasting joys

Attend the blissful sound.
4 O may these heavenly pages be

My ever fresh delight;
And still new beauties may I

And still increasing light.

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1 Raise your triumphant songs

To an immortal tune;
Let the wide earth resound the deeds

Celestial grace hath done. .2 Sing how eternal love

Its well-beloved chose,
And bade him raise our sinful race

From their abyss of woes.
3 Pardon and peace from heaven

Jesus proclaims abroad,
And brings to erring guilty man

Sure mercy from his God.


Now, sinners, dry your tears,

Let hopeless sorrow cease;
Bow to the sceptre of his love,
And take the offered

Lord, we obey the call;

We lay a humble claim
To the salvation thou hast sent,

And love and praise thy name.

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Behold the Prince of Peace,

The chosen of the Lord !
God's well beloved son fulfils

The sure prophetic word.
No royal pomp adorns

This King of Righteousness :
Lo! meekness, patience, truth, and love,

Compose his princely dress.
The spirit of the Lord

In rich abundance shed
On this great prophet gently lights,

And rests upon his head.
Jesus, thou light of men!

Thy doctrine life imparts ;
O may we feel its quickening power

To warm and glad our hearts !



Cheered by its beams, our souls

Shall run the heavenly way: The path which Christ hath marked and trod

Will lead to endless day.

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“Behold my servant, - I have put my spirit upon him."

1 Behold my servant ! see him rise

Exalted in my might!
Him have I chosen, and in him

I place supreme delight.
2 Gentle and still shall be his voice:

No threats from him proceed :
The smoking flax he shall not quench,

Nor break the bruised reed.
3 The feeble spark to flames he 'll raise,

The weak will not despise : Judgment he shall bring forth to truth,

And make the fallen rise.
4 Asunder burst the gates of brass :

The iron fetters fall :
And gladsome light and liberty

Are straight restored to all.
5 Lo! former scenes, predicted once,

Conspicuous rise to view :
And future scenes, predicted now,

Shall be accomplished too.

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