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Christ our Example in Suffering. 1 GO to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel temptation's power;
Your Redeemer's conflict see;
Watch with him one bitter hour:
Turn not from his griefs away;
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2 Follow to the judgment-hall;
View the Lord of life arraigned:
O, the wormwood and the gall!
O, the pangs his soul sustained!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of him to bear the cross.
3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
There, admiring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time,
God's own sacrifice complete : "It is finished," hear him cry; Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
4 Early hasten to the tomb
Where they laid his breathless clay;
All is solitude and gloom:
Who has taken him away?
Christ is risen; he meets our eyes:
Saviour, teach us so to rise.
1 YOUR harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take;
Loud, to the praise of love divine,
Bid every string awake.
2 Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home;
And nearer to our house above
We every moment come.
3 His grace will to the end
Stronger and brighter shine;
Nor present things, nor things to come,
Shall quench the spark divine.
Prayer for Direction.
1 O THAT the Lord would guide my ways To keep his statutes still!
O that my God would grant me grace
To know and do his will!
2 O, send thy Spirit down, to write
Thy law upon my heart;
Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,
Nor act the liar's part.
3 From folly turn away my eyes;
Let no corrupt design,
Nor covetous desire, arise
Within this soul of mine.
4 Direct my footsteps by thy word,
And make my heart sincere;
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,
But keep my conscience clear.
5 Make me to walk in thy commands, "Tis a delightful road,—
Nor let my head, nor heart, nor hands,
Offend against my God.
Communion with God.
1 TO thee, before the dawning light,
My gracious God, I pray ;
I meditate thy name by night,
And keep thy law by day.
2 My spirit faints to see thy grace;
Thy promise bears me up;
And, while salvation long delays,
Thy word supports my hope.
3 When midnight darkness veils the skies,
I call thy works to mind;
My thoughts in warm devotion rise,
And sweet acceptance find.
8s & 7s.
The Fount of Blessing.
1 FAR from mortal cares retreating,
Sordid hopes, and vain desires,
Here, our willing footsteps meeting,
Every heart to heaven aspires.
2 From the fount of glory beaming,
Light celestial cheers our eyes,
Mercy from above proclaiming
Peace and pardon from the skies. 3 Who may share this great salvation? Every pure and humble mind, Every kindred, tongue, and nation,
From the stains of guilt refined. 4 Blessings all around bestowing,
God withholds his care from none,
Grace and mercy ever flowing
From the fountain of his throne.
1 THE Saviour now is gone before
To yon blest realms of light:
O, thither may our spirits soar,
And wing their upward flight.
2 Lord, make us to those joys aspire,
That spring from love to thee,
the carnal heart's desire,
And faith alone can see.
3 To guide us to thy glories, Lord,
To lift us to the sky,
O, may thy Spirit still be poured
Upon us from on high.
Gratitude and Hope.
1 MY soul, triumphant in the Lord,
Proclaim thy joys abroad,
And march with holy vigor on,
Supported by thy God.
2 Through every winding maze of life
His hand has been my guide;
And in his long-experienced care
My heart shall still confide.
3 His grace through all the desert flows,
An unexhausted stream;
That grace, on Zion's sacred mount,
Shall be my endless theme.
4 Beyond the choicest joys of time,
Thy courts on earth I love;
But, Ó, I burn with strong desire
To dwell with thee above.
5 There, joined with all the shining band,
My soul would thee adore,
A pillar in thy temple fixed,
To be removed no more.
1 AWAKE, my drowsy soul, awake,
And view the threatening scene;
See how thy foes encamp around,
And treason lurks within.
2 "Tis not this mortal life alone
These hostile powers assail :
How canst thou hope for future bliss,
If their attempts prevail?
3 Then to the work of God awake;
Behold thy Master near;
The various, arduous task pursue
With vigor and with fear.
4 The awful register goes on;
Th' account will surely come;
And opening day, or closing night,
May bear me to my doom.
5 Tremendous thought! how deep it strikes! Yet like a dream it flies,
Till God's own voice the slumbers chase
From these deluded eyes.
The watchful Servant.
1 YE servants of the Lord,
Each in his office wait;
With joy obey his heavenly word,
And watch before his gate.
2 Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame;
Gird up your loins, as in his sight,
For awful is his name.
3 Watch!-'tis your Lord's command;
And while we speak, he's near:
Mark every signal of his hand,
And ready all appear.
4 O, happy servant he,
In such a posture found!
He shall his Lord with rapture see,
And be with honor crowned.
Watch and pray.
1 THE Saviour bids us watch and pray,
Through life's brief, fleeting hour,
And gives the Spirit's quickening ray
To those who seek his power.
2 The Saviour bids us watch and pray,
Maintain a warrior's strife;
Help, Lord, to hear thy voice to-day;
Obedience is our life.
3 The Saviour bids us watch and pray;
For soon the hour will come
That calls us from the earth away,
To our eternal home.
4 O Saviour, we would watch and pray, And hear thy sacred voice,
And walk, as thou hast marked the way,
To heaven's eternal joys.