5 But if Thy wisdom should decree 48 Matt. viii. 11. C.M. MYFsible, be rais'd to Thee, Father, hear the humble prayer Thy word has bid me cast my care 2 A sinner, Lord, I know I am; Thy word directs me to the Lamb 3 0 help me, Saviour, to repose On Thine own gracious word "All things shall work for good to those Who fear and love the Lord." 4 If Thou should'st life and health renew, With richer grace my soul endue, THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. 49 1 Acts ii. 22. EHOLD the Redeemer of man; B He comes with unspeakable love, Performing the wonderful plan 2 How pity and love are combined 3 The dead hear His powerful voice, 4 The cities and villages hear The gospel He liv'd to proclaim; 5 O, let us poor sinners now flee 8's. 50 1 Cor. i, 30. 148. WATTS. DIN all the glorious names Jof wisdom, love, and pow'r, That ever mortals knew, That angels ever bore; All are too mean to speak His worth, 2 But, O what gentle terms, What condescending ways, Does our Redeemer use To teach His heav'nly grace! Mine eyes with joy and wonder see 3 I love my Shepherd's voice; His watchful eye shall keep My wand'ring soul among The thousands of His sheep; He teeds His flock, He calls their names, 4 Jesus, my great High Priest, His powerful blood did once atone, 51 1 Matt. iv. 19. C.M. MONTGOMERY. HEN Jesus left His Father's throne, Like us, unhonour'd and unknown, 2 Like Him, may we be found below 3 When Jesus into Salem rode, For joy they plucked the palms, and strewed 4 Hosanna, our glad voices raise,— Should we forget the Saviour's praise, 5 For we have learn'd to love His name :- May every pulse through life proclaim, 52 L ET everlasting glories crown WATTS. Thy head, my Saviour and my Lord; Thy hands have brought salvation down, And writ the blessings in Thy word. 2 In vain the trembling conscience seeks 3 How well Thy blessed truths agree! How firm our hope and comfort stands! 4 Should all the forms that men devise Assault my faith with treacherous art, I'd call them vanity and lies, And bind the gospel to my heart. Earthly friends may fail and leave thee, 2 Love this Friend who died to save thee, On His hands He will engrave thee, Think no more, then, of to-morrow, Oh, how He loves! |