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Ye by fiercer anguish torn,
Sinner, come! for here is found
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!
Ride on ! ride on in majesty!
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
Enter and chase them forth, and cleanse the floor!
And then, if our stiff tongues shall silent be
Then cometh Jesus with them unto a place called
O’ER Kedron's streams and Salem's height
And Olivet's brown steep,
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,
Of this religious hour.
'Tis a religious hour; for he
Who many a grief shall bear
In agony and prayer.
Of earthly joy grows dim,
In trust and prayer like Him.
Christ also suffered for us, leaving us an
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