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And the tempest died away;
Like another heaven was seen.
To the billows of the proud!
Then the earth shall find repose
“ SEE how he loved !” exclaimed the Jews, As tender tears from Jesus fell; My grateful heart the thought pursues,
And on the theme delights to dwell. 2 See how he loved, who travelled on,
Teaching the doctrine from the skies ;
And called the sleeping dead to rise.
Patient endured the scoffing tongue ;
Or did his greatest foe a wrong.
From toil or danger, pain or death;
5 Such love can we unmoved survey ?
O may our breasts with ardor glow,
1 The winds were howling o'er the deep,
Each wave a watery hill : The Saviour wakened from his sleep;
He spake, and all was still.
His mansion of despair :
With heedless footsteps, there! 3 He met that glance so thrilling sweet,
He heard those accents mild; And, melting at Messiah's feet,
Wept like a weaned child. 4 O madder than the raving man!
O deafer than the sea ! How long the time since Christ began
To call in vain to me!
As I have heard of old,
His wanderer to the fold.
The gloom of twilight gathers fast,
And on the waters drearily
2 The weary bird hath left the air
And sunk into his sheltered nest;
3 Still, near the lake, with weary tread,
Lingers a form of human kind;
4 Why seeks he not a home of rest?
Why seeks he not a pillowed bed ? 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;
1 WERE not the sinful Mary's tears
An offering worthy heaven,
She wept, and was forgiven?
2 When, bringing every balmy sweet
Her day of luxury stored,
The precious perfume poured,
3. Were not those sweets so humbly shed,
That hair, those weeping eyes,
Heaven's noblest sacrifice ?
O, wouldst thou wake to heaven,
“ Love much,” and be forgiven!
Christ's Entrance into Jerusalem.
1 RIDE on, ride on in majesty!
With palms and scattered garments strewed. 2 Ride on, ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die! O Christ, thy triumphs now begin, O'er captive death and conquered sin. 3 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
The winged squadrons of the sky
To see the approaching sacrifice. 4 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh!
Expects his own anointed Son. 5 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die;
C. M. 269. WESLEYAN MAG.
Jesus entering Jerusalem.
What sounds of transport spread!
To Zion's holy head!
The Saviour of mankind !
And shouts reply behind !
A man of grief and woe;
His martyr path shall go. 4 All decked with palms, and strangely bright,
That noble host appears;
Though steeped in blood and tears. 5 From ages past descends the lay
To ages yet to be,
At sight of Zion's bowers?
Her gorgeous crown of towers ?
Already in his heart,
Feel e'en his God depart ?