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HUMMEL. C. M.

C. ZEUNER.

Lord Jesus! when I think of thee, Of all thy love and grace, My spirit longs and fain would see Thy beauty, face to face.

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"The King in his beauty."
LORD Jesus! when I think of thee,
Of all thy love and grace,
My spirit longs and fain would see
Thy beauty, face to face.

2 And though the wilderness I tread,
A barren, thirsty ground,
With thorns and briars overspread,

Where foes and snares abound;

3 Yet in thy love such depths I see,
My soul o'erflows with praise-
Contents itself, while, Lord, to thee
A joyful song I raise.

4 My Lord, my Life, my Rest, my Shield,
My Rock, my Food, my Light;
Each thought of thee doth constant yield
Unchanging, fresh delight.

5 My Saviour, keep my spirit stayed,

Hard following after thee;

Till I, in robes of white arrayed,

Thy face in glory see.

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O LORD, we now the path retrace
Which thou on earth hast trod,
To man thy wondrous love and grace,
Thy faithfulness to God!

2 Thy love, by man so sorely tried,
Proved stronger than the grave;
The very spear that pierced thy side
Drew forth the blood to save.

3 Unmoved by Satan's subtle wiles,
Or suffering, shame, or loss,
Thy path uncheered by earthly smiles,
Led only to the cross.

4 O Lord, with sorrow and with shame, We meekly would confess,

How little we, who bear thy name,
Thy mind, thy ways, express.

5 Give us thy meek, thy lowly mind;
We would obedient be,

And all our rest and pleasure find
In fellowship with thee.

ST. LEONARD. C. M.

James G. Deck.

James G. Deck.

H. SMART.

Jesus, and didst thou condescend, When vailed in human clay, To heal the sick, the lame, the blind, And drive disease a-way?

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"Our infirmities."

JESUS, and didst thou condescend,

When vailed in human clay,

To heal the sick, the lame, the blind,
And drive disease away?

2 Didst thou regard the beggar's cry,
And give the blind to see?
Jesus, thou Son of David, hear-
Have mercy, too, on mẹ.

3 And didst thou pity mortal woe,
And sight and health restore?
Then pity, Lord, and save my soul,
Which needs thy mercy more.

4 Didst thou regard thy servant's cry, When sinking in the wave?

I perish, Lord, oh, save my soul!
For thou alone canst save.

Mrs. Amelia Wakeford.

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BEHOLD, where, in a mortal form,
Appears each grace divine!
The virtues, all in Jesus met,

With mildest radiance shine.

2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, To give the mourner joy,

To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was his divine employ.

3 'Mid keen reproach and cruel scorn, He meek and patient stood;

His foes, ungrateful, sought his life,
Who labored for their good.

4 In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his Father's throne,
With soul resigned he bowed and said,
"Thy will, not mine, be done!"

5 Be Christ our pattern, and our guide, His image may we bear;

Oh, may we tread his holy steps,—
His joy and glory share.

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William Enfield.

A PILGRIM through this lonely world,
The blessed Saviour passed;

A mourner all his life was he,
A dying Lamb at last.

2 That tender heart that felt for all,
For all its life-blood gave;
It found on earth no resting-place,
Save only in the grave.

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WHAT grace, O Lord, and beauty shone
Around thy steps below;

What patient love was seen in all
Thy life and death of woe.

2 For, ever on thy burdened heart
A weight of sorrow hung;
Yet no ungentle, murmuring word
Escaped thy silent tongue.

3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,
Thy friends unfaithful prove;
Unwearied in forgiveness still,
Thy heart could only love.

4 Oh, give us hearts to love like thee!
Like thee, O Lord, to grieve
Far more for others' sins, than all
The wrongs that we receive.

5 One with thyself, may every eye,
In us, thy brethren, see

The gentleness and grace that spring
From union, Lord! with thee.

Edward Denny.

GRIGG. C. M.

J. GRIGG.

Thou art the Way: to thee a-lone From sin and death we flee; And he who would the Father seek, Must seek him, Lord, by thee.

352 "Way, Truth, and Life.”
THOU art the Way: to thee alone
From sin and death we flee;

And he who would the Father seek,
Must seek him, Lord, by thee.

2 Thou art the Truth: thy word alone
True wisdom can impart;
Thou only canst inform the mind,
And purify the heart.

HELENA. C. M.

3 Thou art the Life: the rending tomb Proclaims thy conquering arm;

And those who put their trust in thee
Nor death nor hell shall harm.

4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life:
Grant us that Way to know;
That Truth to keep, that Life to win,
Whose joys eternal flow.

George W. Doane.

W. B. BRADBURY.

Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee, And pray to be for-given, So let thy life our pattern be, And form our souls for heaven.

353 Pattern of Forgiveness.

LORD, as to thy dear cross we flee,

And pray to be forgiven,

So let thy life our pattern be,

And form our souls for heaven.

2 Help us, through good report and ill, Our daily cross to bear;

Like thee, to do our Father's will,

Our brother's griefs to share.

3 Let grace our selfishness expel,
Our earthliness refine;

And kindness in our bosoms dwell
As free and true as thine.

4 If joy shall at thy bidding fly,

And grief's dark day come on, We, in our turn, would meekly cry, "Father, thy will be done!"

5 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, Forgiving and forgiven,

Oh, may we lead the pilgrim's life,
And follow thee to heaven!

John H. Gurney.

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JESUS! thy love shall we forget,

And never bring to mind

The grace that paid our hopeless debt,
And bade us pardon find?

2 Shall we thy life of grief forget,
Thy fasting and thy prayer;
Thy locks with mountain vapors wet,
To save us from despair?

3 Gethsemane can we forget-
Thy struggling agony
When night lay dark on Olivet,
And none to watch with thee?

4 Our sorrows and our sins were laid On thee, alone on thee;

Thy precious blood our ransom paid— Thine all the glory be!

5 Life's brightest joys we may forgetOur kindred cease to love;

But he who paid our hopeless debt,
Our constancy shall prove.

William Mitchell.

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I HEARD the voice of Jesus say,

"Come unto me and rest;

Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
Thy head upon my breast!"

I came to Jesus as I was,
Weary, and worn, and sad;
I found in him a resting-place,
And he hath made me glad.

2 I heard the voice of Jesus say,-
"Behold, I freely give
The living water; thirsty one,

Stoop down, and drink, and live!"
I came to Jesus, and I drank

Of that life-giving stream;

My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And now I live in him.

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I looked to Jesus, and I found
In him my Star, my Sun;

And in that light of life I'll walk,
Till all my journey's done.

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Horatius Bonar.

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