78.

MAT. xi. 25. to the end.

THUS spoke the Saviour of the world,

and rais'd his eyes to heaven:

To thee, O Father! Lord of all,

eternal praise be given.

2 Thou to the pure and lowly heart hast heavenly truth reveal'd; Which from the self-conceited mind thy wisdom hath conceal'd.

3 Even so, thou Father! hast ordain'd
thy high decree to stand;

Nor men nor angels may presume
the reason to demand.

4 Thou only know'st the Son; from thee my kingdom I receive;

And none the Father know but they

who in the Son believe.

5 Come unto me, all ye

who groan,

with guilt and griefs oppress'd; Resign to me the willing heart, and I will give you rest.

6 Take up my yoke, and learn of me,
I meek and lowly am:

And 'twas to bless such weary souls
to this lost world I came.

7 Thus rest shall ye receive who sink
beneath a load of woes;

Easy the yoke, the burden light which I on men impose.

79.

MAT. xiii. 1–9.

.1 1 THE Winter's past, the Spring is come,
The sower hath gone forth to sow;
The soft'ning dews of heaven descend,
The swelling seeds begin to grow.

2 But fallen on the beaten path,

Some by the winds are borne away;
Some quickly spring, but wanting root,
Wither before the scorching ray.

3 There, 'midst the foul and thorny ground,
The plants are stifled as they spring;
While here, the lands prepar'd and good,
Their yellow fruit in plenty bring.

4 'Tis thus, ye light and harden'd souls! That heavenly truth shall fail to bless; Ye worldlings! thus your busy cares Shall stifle ev'ry rising grace.

5 But happy are the soften'd minds,

Who hear with love and holy care,
Celestial virtues bless their hearts,

And fruits a hundred-fold they bear.

6 Thus, Lord! may we thy doctrine hear, Thus, in our hearts each grace arise; In active good be spent our lives,

Qur natures fitted for the skies.

80.

MAT. xiv. 23-33.

1 THE evening come, the thousands fed, By power divine, on heavenly bread; Along the silent mountain way

The Son of God retires to pray.

2 Far from the world, he seeks alone, In filial love, his Father's throne;

And while the shades of night draw nigh,
His thoughts are still above the sky.

3 Meantime the heavens begin to scowl,
The surges swell, the tempests howl:
In fragile bark, his feeble train
Lament their absent Lord in vain.

4 But see, when he alone could save,
Their master treads the stormy wave;
While thus with voice divine he said,
'Tis I, your Lord, be not afraid!

5 And then, ye winds be hush'd, he cried,
Be still thou rolling boisterous tide!
The elements obey his word,

And instant calm proclaims him Lord.

6 Who could such proofs divine withstand?
The men he sav'd before him bend:
And while their hearts with love o'erflow'd,
Exclaim'd "Thou art the Son of God!"

7 O! thus may we his power perceive;
Thus may we in his name believe;
Thus midst the storm still hear his word,
And see the waves obey their Lord.

81.

MAT. xvi. 18.

1 CHRIST is the Rock on whom we rest, On that foundation firm we stand; Divine compassion fills his breast,

His word is sure, and strong his hand.

2 Hell and its host may rage in vain,

Vain are their counsels and their power; Dread death may marshall all his train, He boasts the conquest of an hour.

3 Breathless the friends of Jesus lie,

And know their former place no more; Their children raise his praises high,

And o'er their fathers' dust adore.

4 Their fathers' dust the Lord shall raise,
And burst the barriers of the grave:
Parents and children join his praise,
Who through eternity can save.

82.

MAT. xviii. 2, 3.

1 LORD! if thou thy grace impart,

Poor in spirit, meek in heart,

I shall as my master be,
Rooted in humility:

2 Simple, teachable, and mild,

Chang'd into a little child,

Pleas'd with all the Lord provides,

Wean'd from all the world besides.

3 Father! fix my soul on thee,
Ev'ry evil let me flee;

Nothing want beneath, above,
Happy in thy gracious love.

4 O! that all may seek and find, Ev'ry good in Jesus join'd; Him let Israel still adore,

Trust him, praise him evermore.

83.

MAT Xviii. 35.

1 BEHOLD a man in woe,

A fellow mortal mourns;

My eyes with tears for tears o'erflow,
My heart his sighs returns.

2 And shall not wrath relent,

Touch'd by the humble strain;
My brother crying I repent,
Nor will offend again.

3 How else on soaring wing,

Can hope bear high my prayer

Up to thy throne, my God, my King!
To plead for pardon there.

[4 Thou, God of mercy! seest where glows Divine compassion in the mind;

And only he who mercy shows,

Thou hast declar'd, shall mercy find.]