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78, 6 L.
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.
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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.
C. M.
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.
C. M.
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.
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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.
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Holy Aspirations.
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, That pass 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.
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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.
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Self-Admonition.
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.
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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.
C. M. 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.
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