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, Save God and His good Angel, to assuage 222. P. M. 1 God's word is that true light, That, when all other lamps grow dim, 2 It is the golden key To treasures of celestial wealth, 3 The gently proffered aid Of one who knows us, and can best 4 It is the sweetest sound That infant ears delight to hear, 5 There rests the weary head, 1 2 3 223. S. M. How beauteous are their feet Who bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal! How happy are our ears That hear this joyful sound! Which Kings and Prophets waited for, And sought, but never found. How blessed are our eyes, That see this heavenly Light! 224. C. M. 1 Father of mercies! in Thy word For ever be Thy name adored 2 Here, springs of consolation rise 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 And still new beauties may I see, 1 .2 3 225. S. M. Raise your triumphant songs To an immortal tune; Let the wide earth resound the deeds Celestial grace hath done. Sing how eternal love Its well-beloved chose, And bade him raise our sinful race From their abyss of woes. Pardon and peace from heaven And brings to erring guilty man 4 5 1 2 Now, sinners, dry your tears, Lord, we obey the call; To the salvation thou hast sent, 226. S. M. Behold the Prince of Peace, 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. 3 The spirit of the Lord In rich abundance shed On this great prophet gently lights, And rests upon his head. 4 Jesus, thou light of men! Thy doctrine life imparts; may we feel its quickening power 5 Cheered by its beams, our souls The path which Christ hath marked and trod 227. C. M. "Behold my servant,—I have put my spirit upon him.” 1 Behold my servant! see him rise Him have I chosen, and in him 2 Gentle and still shall be his voice: 3 The feeble spark to flames he 'll raise, Judgment he shall bring forth to truth, 4 Asunder burst the gates of brass: And gladsome light and liberty 5 Lo! former scenes, predicted once, And future scenes, predicted now, |