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4 Why seeks he not a home of rest?
Why seeks he not a pillowed bed?
15 Beasts have their dens, the bird its nest;
He hath not where to lay his head.
5 Such was the lot he freely chose,

To bless, to save the human race;
And through his poverty there flows
A rich, full stream of heavenly grace.

652.

C. M.

MRS. HEMANS.

Jesus stilling the Tempest.

1 FEAR was within the tossing bark,
When stormy winds grew loud,
And waves came rolling high and dark,
And the tall mast was bowed.

2 And men stood breathless in their dread,
And baffled in their skill;

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But One was there, who rose and said

To the wild sea, "Be still!"

3 And the wind ceased, it ceased! that word
Passed through the stormy sky;
The troubled billows knew their Lord,
And sank beneath his eye.

4 And slumber settled on the deep,
And silence on the blast,

As when the righteous falls asleep,
When death's fierce throes are past.

5 Thou, that didst bow the billow's pride,
Subdue us to thy will;

Speak, speak to passion's raging tide,
Speak and say, "Peace! be still!"

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Christ stilling the Tempest. ;+

1 THE billows swell, the winds are high, i Clouds overcast my wintry sky;

Out of the depths to thee I call;

My fears are great, my strength is small. 2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform, ⠀⠀

And guard and guide me through the storm;
Defend me from each threatening ill;
Control the waves; say, "Peace! be still!"

3 Amidst the roaring of the sea,

My soul still hangs her hope on thee;
Thy constant love, thy faithful care,
Is all that saves me from despair.

4 Though tempest-tost and half a wreck,
My Saviour through the floods I seek;
Let neither winds nor stormy main
Force back my shattered bark again.

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1 WAKE not, O mother, sounds of lamentation! Weep not, O widow; weep not hopelessly! Strong is his arm, the bringer of salvation; Strong is the word of God to succor thee. 2 Bear forth the cold corpse; slowly, slowly bear him;

Hide his pale features with the sable pall: Chide not the sad one wildly weeping near him; Widowed and childless, she has lost her all.

3 Why pause the mourners? who forbids their

weeping?

Who the dark pomp of sorrow hath delayed? "Set down the bier, he is not dead, but

sleeping;

Young man, arise!" He spake, and was obeyed.

4 Change then, O sad one, grief to exultation; Worship, and fall before Messiah's knee. Strong was his arm, the Bringer of Salvation; Strong was the word of God to succor thee.

655. L. M.

Gethsemane.

1 '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 'Tis midnight; and from all removed,
Immanuel wrestles lone with fears;
E'en the disciple that 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 of 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.

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1 CHRIST leads me through no darker rooms Than he went through before:

He that into God's kingdom comes

Must enter by this door.

2 Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see;

For if thy work on earth be sweet,
What must thy glory be?

3 Then I shall end my sad complaints,
And weary, sinful days,

And join with those triumphant saints
That sing Jehovah's praise.

4 My knowledge of that life is small;
The eye of faith is dim;

But 't is enough that Christ knows all,
And I shall be with him!

657.

6 & 10s. M.

MRS. MILES.

Christ our Example in Suffering.

1 THOU who didst stoop below, To drain the cup of woe, And wear the form of frail mortality,

Thy blesséd labors done,

Thy glorious victory won,

Hast passed from earth-passed to thy home on

high.

2 Our vision may not trace
In thy celestial face

The image of the bright, the viewless One;
Nor may thy servants hear,

Save with faith's raptured ear,
Thy voice of tenderness, God's holy Son.

3 Although we see thee not,
Yet thou hast not forgot

Those who have placed their hope, their trust, in thee;

Before thy Father's face

Thou hast prepared a place,

That where thou art they evermore shall be.
4 It was no path of flowers,
Through this dark world of ours,

Belovéd of the Father, thou didst tread;
And shall we, in dismay,

Shrink from the narrow way,

When storms and darkness are around it spread?

5 O Thou, who art our life,

Be with us through the strife;

Thy holy head by earth's fierce storms was bowed; Raise Thou our eyes above,

To see the Father's love

Beam like a bow of promise through the cloud.
6 And O, if thoughts of gloom
Should hover 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.

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