64.-8.6.8.4. And there appeared an angel unto him from heaven, strengthening him. FATHER! that in the olive shade O, by the anguish of that night, And thou, that when the starry sky Be thy meek spirit, thou, of all That e'er have mourned the chiefThou, Saviour! if the stroke must fall, Hallow this grief. 65.-8.6.8. Consider Him, lest ye be wearied. HE knelt, the Saviour knelt and prayed, Looked through the lonely garden's shade Messiah cried with suppliant breath, He proved them all,-the doubt, the strife, The mists that hang o'er parting life ; All gathering round his head It passed not, though the stormy wave It passed not, though to him the grave But there was sent him from on high And was the Sinless thus beset With anguish and dismay? How may we meet our conflict yet, In the dark narrow way? Through Him, through Him, that path who trod, The child of grief-the Son of God. 66.-L.M. By his stripes we are healed. A VOICE upon the midnight air, Where Kedron's moonlit waters stray, Weeps forth in agony of prayer, 'O, Father! take this cup away.' Ah! Thou who sorrowest unto death, O Lord of sorrow! meekly die : Thou'lt heal or hallow all our woe; Thy name refresh the mourner's sigh ; Thy peace revive the faint and low. Great Chief of faithful souls! arise: O King of earth! the cross ascend : Thy parting blessing, Lord, we pray; 67.-L.M. He is despised and rejected of men. DESPISED is the Man of grief, By them whose sorrows He hath worn,- All we, like sheep, have gone astray, O let us cast each vice away, Beneath the cross each passion lay; And every sin and folly fly. 68.-L.M. Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith. HOW beauteous were the marks divine Oh! who like Thee, so calm, so bright, Oh! who like Thee, so humbly bore The bending angels stooped to see And death, that sets the prisoners free, |