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Bui iu tlıy lite tire law appears
Drawn out in living characters.
Such def'rence to thy Father's will,
I would transcribe and make them mine 3 Cold mountains, and the midnight aii
Witness'd the fervour of thy pray’r:
Thy conflict and thy vict’ry too!
More of thy gracious image here.
Among the foll’wers of the Lamb. 115.
(130.) C. M.
Jesus went about doing good. t BEHOLD, where in a mortal form
Appears each grace divine! The virtues, all in Jesus met,
With mildest radiance shine.
To give the mourner joy;
Was his divine employ.
A friend and servant found,
And heal'd each bleeding wound.
Patient and meek he stood.
He labour'd for their good.
Aud suill his task pursued;
6 In the last hours of deep distress,
Before his Father's throne,
“Thy will, not mine, be done!"
His image may we bear!
C. M. 116.
(132.) Forgiveness from the example of Jenis. GOD of my mercy and my praise !
Thy glory is my song;
With a blaspheming tongue.
Thy Son on earth was found, With cruel slanders, false and vain,
They compass'd him around. 3 Their mis’ries his compassion mov'd;
Their peace he still pursu'd: They render'd hatred for his love,
And evil for his good.
Yet with his dying breath
And bless'd his foes in death. 5 O may his conduct, all-divine,
To me a model prove!
(133.) L. M. Resignation from the example of Jesus. “FATHER divine,” the Saviour
cried, While horrors press'd on ev'ry side, And prostrate on the ground he lay,
“ Remove this bitter cup away. 2 “But if these pangs must still be borne,
And stripes, and wounds, and cruel scorn,
I bow my soul before thy throne,
And say, Thy will, not mine, bé done.” 3 Thus our submissive souls would bow,
And, taught by Jesus, hic as low,
Would say, “Thy will, not ours, be done.” 4 Then, though like him in dust we lie,
We'll view the blissful moment nigh,
The various glories of thy face, What transport pours o'er all our breast,
And charms our cares and woes to rest! 2 With thee, in the obscurest cell,
On some bleak mountain would I dwell,
And share their grandeur and their gold. 3 Away, ye dreams of mortal joy;
Raptures divine my thoughts employ,
And feel his love, and call him mine. 4 On Tabor thus his servants view'd
His lustre, when transform'd he stood;
Cried, “Lord, 'tis pleasant here to dwell.” 5 Yet still our elevated eyes
To nobler visions long to rise;
Where all thy saints around thee shine.
'Tis good to dwell for ever there! Come, death, dear envoy
my God, And bear me to that blest abode.
119. (107.) L. M.
Behold, the dead awake and live!
Lrap like the hart, and bless his name.
And seal the mission of the Son;
While he hangs bleeding on the cross.
He rises, and appears, a God.
No more to bleed, no more to die.
I bid my doubts and fears depart;
Which bear credentials so divine.
Christian example of benevolence.
Such let our conversation be;
Wisdom and meek simplicity.
And tempt our thoughts or tongues to send to
Bright pattern of the Christian life.
How mild! how ready to forgive!
And these the rules by which we live.
Was his employment and delight:
5 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labours of his life were love.
L. M. 121.
Rich Man and Lazarus. Luke vi, 25
God's dearest children bath'd in tears;
Riot in luxury and pride.
And ere I censure, view the end:
The wide extremes of heaven and hell? 3 See the red flames around him twine,
Who did in gold and purple shine!
T'allay the scorching of his pain.
Full rivers of salvation flow;
And banquets on celestial bread. 5 Jesus, my Lord, let me appear
T'he meanest of servants here;
L. M. 122.
Gethsemane. 1 'TIS midnight
and on Olive's brow, The star is dimm'd that lately shone; Tis midnight-in the garden now,
The suffering Saviour prays alone.
Immanuel wrestles lone, with fears,