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Thine humble beast pursues his road,
With palms and scattered garments strewed. 2 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die !
O’er captive death and conquered sin ! 3 Rid on, ride on in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strise is nigh;
Expects his own anointed Son. 4 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die !
SIR J. E. SMITH.
· Lo, it is I; be not afraid.' 1 When power divine in mortal form
Hushed with a word the raging storm,
'Lo, it is I, be not afraid.'
And his lone watch the mourner keeps,
Trust, feeble man, thy Maker's love. 3 Blest be the voice that breathes from hea ven,
To every heart in sunder riven,
That whispers, God is over all.
He rules the seraph and the worm :
Of those who know or know him not.
While shuddering nature waits her doom,
26. L. M. THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.
• Abide with us, for it is towards Evening.' 1 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze,
Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
The last faint pulse of quivering light. 5 In darkness and in weariness
The traveller on his way must press,
Whiling away the lonesome hour.
It is not night if thou be near :
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
And all the flowers of life unfold,
Except in all I thee discern.
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
For ever on my Saviour's breast. 6 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without thee I cannot live;
L. M. DODDRIDGE. · Then were the disciples glad, when they saw the Lord.'
1 COME, our indulgent Saviour, come,
Illustrious conqueror o'er the tomb:
And fill our hearts with sacred peace.
With all the joy thy smiles afford ;
And make us feel thy vital grace.
Enter, thou ever-honoured guest,
4 Own this mean dwelling as thy home;
And, when our life's last hour is come,
28. C. M. R. ERSKINE.
The Vision of Faith.
Hid from all mortal eyes;
Beneath me fluttering lies.
And all its hurtful charms;
Through all opposing harms.
Of sin and guilt remove,
· CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.
Thy gracious hand deals out to me,
That cannot hurt which comes from thee. 2 From Jesus, the dear Son of God,
I'll learn obedience to thy will ;
30. L. M. Bp. HEBER.
Why stand ye here idle ?! 1 The God of Glory walks his round,
From day to day, from year to year, And warns us each with awful sound, •No longer stand ye idle here !
2 Ye whose young cheeks are rosy bright,
Whose hands are strong, whose hearts are clear, Waste not of hope the morning light!
Ah fools! why stand ye idle here? 3 Oh, as the griefs ye would assuage
That wait on life's declining year,
Maker's business here ! 4. And ye, whose locks of scanty gray Foretell
latest travail near, How swiftly fades your worthless day!
And stand ye yet so idle here?
But many a shriek and many a tear
Of moments lost and wasted here ! 6 O Thou, by all thy works adored,
To whom the sinner's soul is dear,
31. L. M. WATTS.
Love to God and our Neighbour. 1 Thus saith the first, the great comma
With utmost vigour and delight.
Share thine affection and esteem;
Measure and rule thy love to him.'
This did the prophets preach and prove;
And the whole law's fulfilled by love. 4 But oh! how base our passions are !
How cold our charity and zeal !
CONFESSION AND REPENTANCE.
7 M. 61. MONTGOMERY. A Sinner imploring Mercy. — Ps. 69 1 God, be merciful to me,
For my spirit trusts in thee,
Till the storm is overpast. 2 Poor and sorrowful am I;
Set me, O my God, on high ;
33. L. M.
In loving kindness hear my prayer;
Lord, in thy tender mercy spare. 2 Offences rise where'er I look ;
But I confess their guilt to thee;
Cleanse me from mine iniquity. 3 A perfect heart in me create,
Renew my soul in innocence;
Nor take thine holy Spirit hence. 4 Thy consolations, as of old,
Now to my troubled mind restore ;
And guide my steps, to fall no more. 5 The broken heart in sacrifice,
Alone may thine acceptance meet: