Ye by fiercer anguish torn, Sinner, come! for here is found 59.-L.M.D. I am the Way, and the Truth, and the Life. THOU art the Way-and he who sighs A light from heaven's eternal glow, An ark, a resting place in God. Thou art the Truth-whose steady day Shines on through earthly blight and bloom, The pure, the everlasting ray, The lamp that shines e'en in the tomb ; The light that out of darkness springs, And guideth those that blindly go; The word, whose precious radiance flings Its lustre upon all below. Thou art the Life-the blessed well, Which those who drink shall ever dwell Our lamp by night, our light by day: 60.-L.M. Behold thy King cometh, sitting upon an ass's colt. RIDE on! ride on in majesty! With palms and scattered garments strowed. Ride on ride on in majesty ! O'er captive death and conquered sin. Ride on ride on in majesty ! The winged squadrons of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes Ride on! ride on in majesty ! Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh: Bow thy meek head to mortal pain; Then take, O Christ, thy power, and reign! 61.-10. And they cried, saying, Hosanna! 'DESCEND to thy Jerusalem, O Lord!' Thy road is ready, Lord!-thy paths made straight, In longing expectation seem to wait The consecration of thy beauteous feet : Welcome, O welcome to our hearts, Lord! here How long shall thieves and robbers dwell therein? Enter and chase them forth, and cleanse the floor! Destroy their strength that they may never more Profane with traffic vile that holy place Which thou hast chosen, there to set thy face. And then, if our stiff tongues shall silent be 62.-8.6. Then cometh Jesus with them unto a place called Gethsemane. O'ER Kedron's streams and Salem's height And throws from heaven her silver light, All but the children of distress, Whom sleep, though prayed for, will not bless; To breathe the cool, calm air. For those who shun the glare of day, 'Tis a religious hour; for he O Holy Father, when the light May hope in Christ grow strong and bright, In trust and prayer like Him. 63.-L.M. Christ also suffered for us, leaving us an example. MY dear Redeemer and my Lord, Such was thy truth and such thy zeal, Cold mountains and the midnight air Be thou my pattern; make me bear |