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Ye by fiercer anguish torn,
Guilt in strong remorse who mourn,
Here repose your heavy care;
Wounded spirits who can bear?


Sinner, come! for here is found
Balm, that flows for every wound;
Peace, that ever shall endure,
Rest, eternal, sacred, sure.


I am the Way, and the Truth, and the Life.

THOU art the Way—and he who sighs

Amid this starless waste of woe, To find a pathway to the skies,

A light from heaven's eternal glow, By Thee must come, Thou gate of love

Through which the saints undoubting trod ; Till faith discovers, like the dove,

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,

With living waters gushing o'er, Which those who drink shall ever dwell

Where sin and thirst are known no more : Thou art the mystic pillar given,

Our lamp by night, our light by day : Thou art the sacred bread from heaven:

Thou art the Life—the Truth—the Way.


Behold thy King cometh, sitting upon an ass's


RIDE on! ride on in majesty!
Hark! all the tribes hosanna cry!
Thy humble beast pursues his road,
With palms and scattered garments strowed.
Ride on ! ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die !
O Christ I thy triumphs now begin, -
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
To see the approaching sacrifice.
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 !


And they cried, saying, Hosanna !

DESCEND to thy Jerusalem, O Lord ! Her faithful children cry with one accord ; Come ! ride in triumph on! behold we lay Our guilty lusts and proud wills in thy way.

Thy road is ready, Lord !—thy paths made

straight, In longing expectation seem to wait The consecration of thy beauteous feet: And hark! Hosannas loud thy footsteps greet,

Welcome, 0 welcome to our hearts, Lord! here
Thou hast a temple too, and full as dear
As that in Sion, and as full of sin :
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
In praises of thy finished victory,
The temple-stones shall cry, and loud repeat
Hosanna ! and thy glorious footsteps greet!


Then cometh Jesus with them unto a place called


O’ER Kedron's streams and Salem's height

And Olivet's brown steep,
Moves the majestic queen of night,
And throws from heaven her silver light,

And sees the world asleep ;

All but the children of distress,

Of sorrow, grief, and care, Whom sleep, though prayed for, will not bless; These leave the couch of restlessness,

To breathe the cool, calm air.

For those who shun the glare of day,

There's a composing power,
That meets them, on their lonely way,
In the still air, the sober ray,

Of this religious hour.

'Tis a religious hour; for he

Who many a grief shall bear
In his own body on the tree,
Is kneeling in Gethsemane,

In agony and prayer.
O Holy Father, when the light

Of earthly joy grows dim,
May hope in Christ grow strong and bright,
To all who kneel, in sorrow's night,

In trust and prayer like Him.


Christ also suffered for us, leaving us an


MY dear Redeemer and my Lord,
I read my duty in thy word :
But in thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.

Such was thy truth and such thy zeal,
Such deference to thy Father's will,
Such love, and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe and make them mine.

Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witness'd the fervour of thy prayer;
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict and thy victory too.

Be thou my pattern ; make me bear
More of thy gracious image here;
Then God the Judge shall own my name
Among the followers of the Lamb.

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