JESUS! thy love shall we forget, MITCHELL. And never bring to mind 2 Shall we thy life of grief forget, Thy fasting and thy prayer; 3 Gethsemane can we forget- 4 Our sorrows and our sins were laid On thee, alone on thee; 5 Life's brightest joys we may forget- 3 Let grace our selfishness expel, 4 If joy shall at thy bidding fly, And grief's dark day come on, We, in our turn, would meekly cry, "Father, thy will be done!" 5 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, Forgiving and forgiven, Oh, may we lead the pilgrim's life, THOU art the Way: to thee alone 2 Thou art the Truth: thy word alone 3 Thou art the Life: the rending tomb 4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life: My dear Redeemer, and my Lord, WATTS. 301 1 Tim. 1:15. WATTS. Nor to condemn the sons of men, Did Christ, the Son of God, appear; No weapons in his hands are seen, No flaming sword, nor thunder there. 2 Such was the pity of our God, He loved the race of man so well, He sent his Son to bear our load Of sins, and save our souls from hell. 3 Sinners, believe the Saviour's word; Trust in his mighty name, and live: A thousand joys his lips afford, His hands a thousand blessings give. How sweetly flowed the gospel sound From lips of gentleness and grace, When listening thousands gathered round, And joy and gladness 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. 3 "Come, wanderers, to my Father's home, 1. Now be my heart inspired to sing The glories of my Saviour King, Jesus the Lord; how 9:23 heavenly fair His form! how bright his beauties are! His form! how bright his beauties are! 303 Now be my heart inspired to sing The glories of my Saviour King,Jesus the Lord; how heavenly fair His form! how bright his beauties are! 2 O'er all the sons of human race, He shines with a superior grace: Grace is the sceptre in thy hands; 4 God, thine own God, has richly shed A. C. COXE. 304 2 Oh, who like thee, so calm, so bright, 3 Oh, who like thee so humbly bore WHEN, like a stranger on our sphere, The lowly Jesus wandered here, Where'er he went, affliction fled, And sickness reared her fainting head. 2 The eye that rolled in irksome night, Beheld his face,-for God is light; The opening ear, the loosened tongue, His precepts heard, his praises sung. 3 With bounding steps the halt and lame, 4 Despairing madness, dark and wild, 5 Through paths of loving-kindness led, 306 Luke 22: 43. TAPPAN. 308 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone: 'Tis midnight; in the garden, now, The suffering Saviour prays alone. 2 T is 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 that hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by his God. 4 'Tis 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. O SUFFERING Friend of human-kind! 2 Gethsemane's sad midnight scene, John 19:30. STENNETT. 310 FROM Calvary a cry was heardA bitter and heart-rending cry; My Saviour! every mournful word Bespoke thy soul's deep agony. 2 A horror of great darkness fell On thee, thou spotless, holy One! And all the eager hosts of hell Conspired to tempt God's only Son. 3 The scourge, the thorns, the deep dis 4 Jesus, whose dwelling is the skies, WHEN I Survey the wondrous cross, 2 Forbid it, Lord! that I should boast, 3 Sce, from his head, his hands, his feet, 5 Were the whole realm of nature mine, |