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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 Christ, thy triumphs now begin

O’er captive death and conquered sin ! 3 Rid on, ride on in majesty!

Thy last and fiercest strise is nigh;
The Father on his glorious throne

Expects his own anointed Son. 4 Ride on, ride on in majesty!

In lowly pomp ride on to die !
Bow thy meek head to mortal pain;
Then take, O Christ, thy power, and reign !


L. M.


· Lo, it is I; be not afraid.' 1 When power divine in mortal form

Hushed with a word the raging storm,
In soothing accents, Jesus said,

'Lo, it is I, be not afraid.'
2 So when in silence nature sleeps,

And his lone watch the mourner keeps,
One thought shall every pang remove-

Trust, feeble man, thy Maker's love. 3 Blest be the voice that breathes from hea ven,

To every heart in sunder riven,
When love and joy and hope are fled,
'Lo, it is I, be not afraid.'
When men with fiend-like passions rage,
And foes yet fiercer foes engage,
lest be the voice, though still and small,

That whispers, God is over all.
5 God calms the tumult and the storm,

He rules the seraph and the worm :
No creature is by him forgot,

Of those who know or know him not.
6 And when the last dread hour shall come,

While shuddering nature waits her doom,
This voice shall wake the pious dead,
'Lo, it is I, be not afraid.'


Abide with us, for it is towards Evening.' 1 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze,

Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight

The last faint pulse of quivering light. 5 In darkness and in weariness

The traveller on his way must press,
No gleam to watch on tree or tower,

Whiling away the lonesome hour.
3 Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear!

It is not night if thou be near :
O may no earth-born cloud arise

To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
4 When with dear friends sweet talk I hold,

And all the flowers of life unfold,
Let not my heart within me burn,

Except in all I thee discern.
5 When the soft dews of kindly sleep

My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest

For ever on my Saviour's breast. 6 Abide with me from morn till eve,

For without thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without thee I dare not die.


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:
Here thine assembled servants bless,

And fill our hearts with sacred peace.
2 O come thyself, most gracious Lord,

With all the joy thy smiles afford ;
Reveal the lustre of thy face,

And make us feel thy vital grace.
3 Enter our hearts, Redeemer blest ;

Enter, thou ever-honoured guest,
Not for one transient hour alone,
But there to fix thy lasting throne.

4 Own this mean dwelling as thy home;

And, when our life's last hour is come,
Let us but die, as in thy sight,
And death shall vanish in delight.


28. C. M. R. ERSKINE.

The Vision of Faith.
1 By faith I see the unseen things,

Hid from all mortal eyes;
Proud reason stretching all its wings,

Beneath me fluttering lies.
2 By faith I overcome the world,

And all its hurtful charms;
I'm in the heavenly chariot hurled

Through all opposing harms.
3 By faith I can the mountains vast

Of sin and guilt remove,
And them into the ocean cast,
Of my Redeemer's love.


L. M.


1 DEAR Lord, though bitter is the cup

Thy gracious hand deals out to me,
I cheerfully would drink it up,

That cannot hurt which comes from thee. 2 From Jesus, the dear Son of God,

I'll learn obedience to thy will ;
And humbly kiss the chastening rod,
When its severest strokes I feel.

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,
Secure a blessing for your age,
And work


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?
5 One hour remains, there is but one!

But many a shriek and many a tear
Through bitter years the guilt must moan

Of moments lost and wasted here ! 6 O Thou, by all thy works adored,

To whom the sinner's soul is dear,
Recall us to thy vineyard, Lord !
And grant us grace to please thee here !

31. L. M. WATTS.

Love to God and our Neighbour. 1 Thus saith the first, the great comma

Let all thy inward powers unite
To love thy Maker and thy God

With utmost vigour and delight.
2 Then shall thy neighbour next in place

Share thine affection and esteem;
And let thy kindness to thyself

Measure and rule thy love to him.'
3 This is the sense that Moses spoke,

This did the prophets preach and prove;
For want of this the law is broke,

And the whole law's fulfilled by love. 4 But oh! how base our passions are !

How cold our charity and zeal !
Lord, fill our souls with heavenly fire,
Or we shall ne'er perform thy will.



7 M. 61. MONTGOMERY. A Sinner imploring Mercy. — Ps. 69 1 God, be merciful to me,

For my spirit trusts in thee,
And to thee, her refuge, springs ;
Be the shadow of thy wings.
Round the trembling sinner cast,

Till the storm is overpast. 2 Poor and sorrowful am I;

Set me, O my God, on high ;
Wonders thou for me hast wrought ;
Nigh to death my soul is brought;
Save me, Lord, in mercy save,
Lest I sink below the grave.

33. L. M.

Confession and Prayer. - Ps. 51.
1 Have mercy on me, O my God,

In loving kindness hear my prayer;
Withdraw the terror of thy rod;

Lord, in thy tender mercy spare. 2 Offences rise where'er I look ;

But I confess their guilt to thee;
Blot my transgressions from thy book,

Cleanse me from mine iniquity. 3 A perfect heart in me create,

Renew my soul in innocence;
Cast not the suppliant from thy gate

Nor take thine holy Spirit hence. 4 Thy consolations, as of old,

Now to my troubled mind restore ;
By thy free Spirit's might uphold

And guide my steps, to fall no more. 5 The broken heart in sacrifice,

Alone may thine acceptance meet:
My heart, O God, do not despise,
Broken and contrite, at thy feet.

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