6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale;
Soon all my mortal powers must fail.
O, may my last expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death.
Transfiguration. Luke ix. 28-31.
1 ON Tabor's top the Saviour stands ;
His altered face resplendent shines;
And, while he elevates his hands,
Lo, glory marks its gentle lines!
2 Two heavenly forms descend to wait
Upon their suffering Prince below;
But while they worship at his feet
They talk of fast-approaching wo.
3 Amid the lustre of the scene
To Calvary he turns his eyes,
And, with submission all serene,
He marks the future tempest rise,
4 Then let us climb the mount of prayer,
Where all his beaming glories shine;
And, gazing on his brightness there,
Our woes forget in joys divine.
5 O, that on yonder heavenly hills,
Where now the risen Saviour stands,
And peace, like softest dew, distils,
I too may elevate my hands!
1 JESUS, and didst thou condescend,
When vailed in human clay,
To heal the sick, the lame, the blind,
And drive disease away?
2 Didst thou regard the beggar's cry,
And give the blind to see?
Jesus, thou son of David, hear,-
Have mercy, too, on me!
3 And didst thou pity mortal wo,
And sight and health restore?
Oh pity, Lord, and save my soul,
Which needs thy mercy more!
4 Didst thou thy trembling servant raise,
When sinking in the wave?-
I perish, Lord!-oh, save my soul !
For thou alone canst save.
Upton
He has done all things well. Mark vii. 37.
1 NOW in a song of grateful praise,
To my dear Lord my voice I'll raise;
With all his saints I'll join to tell,
My Jesus hath done all things well.
2 How sov'reign, wonderful and free
Has been his love to sinful me!
He plucked me as a brand from hell;
My Jesus hath done all things well.
3 I spurned his grace, I broke his laws,
And yet he undertook my cause,
To save me, though I did rebel:
My Jesus hath done all things well.
4 And since my soul has known his love,
What mercies has he made me prove!
Mercies which do all praise excel;
My Jesus hath done all things well.
5 Where'er my Saviour and my God
Has on me laid his gentle rod,
I know, in all that has befel,
My Jesus hath done all things well.
6 Soon shall I pass the vale of death,
And in his arms shall lose my breath;
Yet then my happy soul shall tell,
My Jesus hath done all things well.
7 And when to that bright world I rise,
And join the anthems of the skies,
Above the rest this note shall swell,
My Jesus hath done all things well.
Mission of Christ. Isa. vi. 9. Ps. xl. 7.
"WHOM shall I send ?" the Father cries; "Lo! I am here," the Son replies;
"I'll veil my glories, all divine,
"And to mine own man's nature join,
"That bright in glory he may shine
"To endless day."
2 "I'll satisfy the law's demands
"For all who're giv'n into my hands;
"The bitter cup for them I'll drink,
"Nor shall my chosen ever sink;
"I'll raise them from th' infernal brink
"To endless day."
3 Constrained by everlasting love,
He left the shining realms above;
In sorrows spent his life on earth,
And then on Calv'ry vanquished death;
""Tis finished!" said his dying breath,
"To endless day."
4 ["My ministers I'll send abroad,
"To call my ransomed back to God;
"Them I'll conduct with tender care,
"And bring where those bright mansions are, "Which I for all my saints prepare, "To endless day."]
35. C. M.
Salvation through Christ.
1 Jesus, th' eternal Son of God,
Whom seraphim obey,
The bosom of the Father leaves,
And enters human clay.
2 Into our sinful world he comes,
The Messenger of grace,
And on the bloody tree expires,
A victim in our place.
3 Transgressors of the deepest stain
In him salvation find:
His blood removes the foulest guilt,
His spirit heals the mind.
4 Our Jesus saves from sin and hell;
His words are true and sure,
And on this rock our faith may rest
Immovable, secure.
1 JESUS! thy love shall we forget; And never bring to mind
The grace that paid our hopeless debt,
And bade us pardon find?
2 Our sorrows and our sins were laid
On thee-alone on thee:
Thy precious blood our ransom paid--
Thine all the glory be.
2 Shall we thy life of grief forget,
Thy fasting and thy prayer;
Thy locks with mountain vapors wet,
To save us from despair?
3 Gethsemane, can we forget
Thy struggling agony-
When night lay dark on Olivet,
And none to watch with thee?
4 Can we the platted crown forget,
The buffeting and shame;
When hell thy sinking soul beset,
And earth reviled thy name?
5 The nails, the spear, can we forget;
The agonizing cry-
"My God! my Father! wilt thou let
Thy Son forsaken die ?"
6 Life's brightest joys we may forget-
Our kindred cease to love;
But HE, who paid our hopeless debt,
Our constancy shall prove.
37. C. M.
Christ precious. 1 Pet. ii. 7.
1 HOW sweet the name of JESUS Sounds
In a believer's ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary, rest.
3 By him my prayers acceptance gain,
Although with sin defiled;
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