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Or spends the night in fervent pray'r,
And offers tears and cries.

6 Again, as Teacher of Mankind"
I see my humble Lord:
How cheerfully was he inclin'd
To preach the saving word!

7 To comfort men was his delight,
To help them in distress;
He ready was, by day and night,
To pardon, heal and bless.
8 Oft he was hungry, spent and sad,
In his own world a guest,
And of his own no place he had,
His weary head to rest.

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9 Ah, might my heart a mirror be,
Reflecting Jesus' grace,
That all, who my behaviour see,

May some resemblance trace.

10 Grant me that meek and lowly mind,
Thou hast on earth display'd,
Which in thy holy life I find,
My Pattern, Lord and Head.

65. T. 11.

SEE, my soul, God ever blest
In the flesh made manifest!
Human nature he assumes,
He, to ransom sinners, comes.
2 He fulfill'd all righteousness,
Standing in the sinner's place;
From the manger to the cross,
All he did, he did for us:

3 All our woes he did retrieve,
He expir'd that we might live;
By his stripes our wounds are heal'd,
By his blood our pardon's seal'd.
4 Lord, conform us to thy death,
Raise us to new life by faith,
Through thy resurrection's pow'r,
May we praise thee evermore.

5 Circumcise our sinful hearts;
Purify our inward parts;
Lord, destroy the carnal mind,
That in thee we peace may find.

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IMMANUEL's meritorious tears
Assuage our ev'ry pain,

His bitter suff'rings, cries and pray'rs,
Our fav'rite theme remain.

2 When Jesus' suff'ring life we trace,
In ev'ry scene we find,
That he a man of sorrows was,
Though of unspotted mind.

3 All they who weeping now go forth,
And bear the precious seed,
May in our Saviour's walk on earth
Pattern and comfort read.

4 Among the evils of the fall

Which soul and body grieve,
This the most dreadful is of all,
That sin to us doth cleave.

5 Whene'er the Holy Ghost displays
To our benighted hearts,
That we are wretched, vile and base,
And light to us imparts,

6 How do we blush with conscious shame,

While tears of anguish flow! And did we not the suff'ring Lamb, The Friend of sinners know; 7 A contrite heart would never cease To weep most bitter tears; But faith in Jesus' saving grace The mourning sinner cheers.

8 When we have that great bliss attain'd To find, that in all need Christ is our Counsellor and Friend, Then are we help'd indeed, 9 O'tis the greatest happiness, When of his divine peace We have a feeling, and he says, "Fear not, for thou art mine." 10. Our thankful tears then testify That Jesus wept for us, And we, possessing heav'nly joy, For him count all things loss.

11 Yet tears of grief at times bedew Our cheeks, while here we stay; When we in heav'n his face shall view, He'll wipe all tears away.

67. T. 14.

O my dear Saviour, when thy cares, Thy toils for me I read,

My eyes run o'er with grateful tears, And I bow down head. my 2 Thy suff'ring life I cannot trace, Or read thy sacred word, But I'm o'ercome with thankfulness To thee, my gracious Lord.

3 What am I, Lord, that thou so much

Should'st love and value me? Vile dust I am, yet thou for such Didst bear thy misery.

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68.

T. 22.

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THE wise men from the East ador'd

My dear Redeemer, God and Lord. The infant Jesus as their Lord,

I read my duty in thy word;
But in thy life the law appears
Set forth in living characters,

2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
Such def'rence to thy Father's will,
Such love and meekness so divine,
Iwould transcribe and make them mine.
3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witness'd the fervor of thy pray'r;
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict and thy vict'ry too.
4 Be thou my pattern; let me bear
More likeness of thine image here;
And at thy right hand me confess,
Arrayed in thy righteousness,

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Brought gifts to him their King: Jesus, grant us thy light, that we The way may find, and unto thee

Our hearts, our all, a tribute bring, 2 May Jesus Christ, the spotless Lamb. Who to the temple humbly came

The legal rights to pay, That we his precepts may fulfil, Subdue our proud and stubborn will, Whate'er rebellious nature say.

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O SON of God and man, receive
This humble work of mine;
Worth to my meanest labor give,
By blessing it with thine.

2 Servant of all, to toil for man Thou wouldst not, Lord, refuse: Thy Majesty did not disdain

To be employ'd for us.

3 In all I think, or speak, or do,

Let me show forth thy praise; Thy bright example still pursue

Through all my future days. 4. By faith thro' outward cares I go, From all distraction free;

My hands alone engag❜d below,
My spirit still with thee.
5 When thou,mySaviour, shalt appear,
Then gladly may I cry,

"The work thou gavest me while here
"Is done to thee I fly."

72.* T. 22.

MAY all those blessings on us flow,

And in our lives their virtue show,
Which from the manger to the cross,
Thou, Lord, hast merited for us.

V. Of the Sufferings and Death of Jesus Christ, and his Resting in the Grave.

73. T. 114.

WHAT human mind can trace the

condescension

Of our almighty Maker's love to man?
No angel can the hidden myst'ry scan;
Redeeming love, thou art past com-
prehension;
[prove,
Yet by the Spirit's teaching we can
From Jesus' agony, that God is love.
2 Pursue,mysoul,the sacredmeditation,
And view the agonizing Lamb of God;
See him oppressed with the pond'rous
[tion:
Of all thy sins, to purchase thy salva-
He riseth with a heart-affecting look,
Andwith his foll'wers passeth Cedron's

load

brook.

3 My spirit now with solemn, deep
devotion,

Doth follow Jesus to Gethsemane;
There he, on my account, doth weep

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solation!

Whene'er temptation would my soul
beset,
I'll pray to thee, and think of Olivet.
74.
BEHOLD! how in Gethsemane
T. 580.
Th' incarnate God doth sweat for thee
Till drops of blood fall down;
For thee the Lord lies prostrate there,
Hear his thrice-utter'd,mournful pray'r,
Mark ev'ry dol'rous sigh and groan.
2 I'm lost in wonder and amaze;
Here I'll abide and melt and gaze,

'Tis God's beloved Son!

How heavy is the weight he bears! His soul is fill'd with grief and fears, Lo! now the bitter [tion: cup comes on. 3 Lord, dost thou suffer thus for me? Dost thou endure such misery,

and pray,
O'ercome with horror at the bitter po-
Yet to his Father's will he is resign'd.
Grant me,dear Jesus,thyobedient mind.

4 Isee my Saviour kneeling, groaning,
weeping,

He prostrates on the ground and prays for me,

Yea trembling wrestleth in an agony; And while his sad disciples all are sleeping,

His soul in grief, his eyes in tears are drown'd,

His sweat as drops of blood falls to the ground.

To give me life and peace?
Then will I bear this on my heart,
"My all is purchas'd with thy smart,
Thy sweat & blood sign myrelease."

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2There,overwhelm'dwith grief,hesaid: | 2 How is Jesus' sacred soul oppressed

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With our sins' prodigious load! Tho' an angel comforts the distressed,

Weak and fainting Lamb of God! Yet what trembling seizeth him all over Tears and sweat and blood his visage cover,

And in drops fall on the ground,
While his heart in grief is drown'd.

3 Jeers and stripes and mock'ties he endured,

Meek and patient, in our stead; How are Jesus' gracious eyes obscured:

View his wounded back and head; He, whom whips and thorns have la

cerated,

[ted:

MOSTawfulsight!myheartdothbreak, Is the Lord, who all things hath crea

Oh! it can ne'er my mind forsake
How thou for me hast wept&prayed:
Might I for thy soul's agony,
When wrestling with death bitterly,
Lord, as thy trophy be displayed!

77.* T. 36.

GOD,in a garden, suffers in our nature! He faints, who cheers and comforts every creature;

Ah, his pungent grief and smart, Melt and break my stubborn heart. 4 See him bear his cross, in deep affliction,

On his sore and wounded back, Led to Calvary for crucifixion, [rack;

Where his limbs they stretch and As a Lamb he's led unto the slaughter, And his soul is poured out like water: Vinegar and gall he tastes,

An angel strengthens his Creator yon-While his suffring body wastes. Adore and wonder. 5 Now behold him weeping,bleeding, crying,

der:

78.*

T. 54. COME, congregation, come and see Thy Saviour in Gethsemane ; Here is a scene which with amaze Must strike thee; here astonish'd gaze: Thy Maker prays.

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'Midst two thieves, upon the cross; Lo,he bows his sacred head; and dying, Life eternal gains for us.

Lord, afford us all thy Spirit's unction, To consider this with heart's compunc tion:

Might our words and actions prove That we know thy dying love. 6 Our enraptur'd hearts shall ne'er be

On our dying Lord to gaze; [weary At his cross, in faith, we wish to tarry,

There shall be our hiding-place. May his dying look remain engraven On our hearts: for pardon,life&heaven Our Redeemer then procur'd, When he death for us endur'd. 7 Therefore all his agony and passion, And his sin-atoning death,

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Of our songs the only theme; For thy boundless love, thy grace and favor,

We will praise thy saving name: That for our transgressions thou wast wounded,

Shall byus in nobler strains he sounded,
When we, perfected in love,
Once shall join the church above.
80.*

T. 151.
THOU Source of my salvation,
Thou Conqu❜ror of my death,
Who didst, as my oblation,

In torrents yield thy breath; Who bar'st the dreadful sentence Due to our cursed race, To screen my soul from vengeance; Accept my thanks and praise.

2 I'll go with thee, my Saviour, Up to mount Calvary; And view with spirit's fervor

All thou hast done for me. Thus, with intense devotion, I follow thee each step, While tender love's emotion

Makes heart and eyes to weep.

3 I see my Saviour languish
In sad Gethsemane,

Till through his peres, in anguish,
The blood ev'n forc'd its way;
The load which him oppresses,
I, I, deserv'd to feel;
The bloody sweat of Jesus
Doth soul and body heal.

4 My Saviour, was betrayed,
Reproach and suff'rings met;
My sins the Lord conveyed
"Fore Pilate's judgment seat;
These, these did him deliver

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Into the foe's dire hand; I should have felt for ever The pangs my God sustain'd. Behold the man! he's bearing Our curse, meek as a Lamb! And now, behold them rearing Him on the cross's stem! There to complete his passion, His sorrows, pain and woe, His blood for our salvation

In copious streams doth flow. 6 Thou for thy foes intreatest; Lord Jesus, who was I? Thy friends thou not forgettest; Turn, Lord, to me thine eye! Thy mouth now grace declareth To the repenting thief; My guilty soul this cheereth, Of sinners I am chief.

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