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ORTONVILLE. C. M.

T. HASTINGS.

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363 The entry into Jerusalem.
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.

2 Ride on! ride on in majesty!
The angel armies of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes
To see the approaching sacrifice.

3 Ride on! ride on in majesty!
The last and fiercest strife is nigh:
The Father on his sapphire throne
Awaits 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 God, thy power, and reign.
Henry Hart Milman.

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4 For us he prayed, for us he taught,
For us his daily works he wrought,-
By words and signs and actions thus
Still seeking, not himself, but us.

5 For us, to wicked men betrayed, Scourged, mocked, in crown of thorns arrayed,

He bore the shameful cross and death;
For us at length gave up his breath.

6 To him whose boundless love has won
Salvation for us through his Son,
To God the Father glory be,
Both now and through eternity.

John the Baptist.

John M. Neale, tr.

365
ON Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry
Announces that the Lord is nigh;
Awake, and hearken, for he brings
Glad tidings of the King of kings.

Он, love, how deep! how broad! how high! 2 Then cleansed be every breast from sin;

It fills the heart with ecstasy,

That God, the Son of God, should take
Our mortal form, for mortal's sake.

2 He sent no angel to our race,
Of higher or of lower place,
But wore the robe of human frame,
And he himself to this world came.

3 For us baptized, for us he bore
His holy fast, and hungered sore;
For us temptations sharp he knew,
For us, the tempter overthrew.

Make straight the way for God within;
Prepare we in our hearts a home,
Where such a mighty guest may come.

3 For thou art our salvation, Lord,
Our refuge, and our great reward;
Without thy grace we waste away,
Like flowers that wither and decay.

4 To heal the sick stretch out thine hand,
And bid the fallen sinner stand;
Shine forth, and let thy light restore
Earth's own true loveliness once more.

John Chandler, tr.

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CRAWFORD. L. M.

Arr. fr. HAYDN.

How sweet-ly flowed the gos-pel sound From lips of gentleness and grace, When listening thousands

gath-ered round, And joy and gladness filled the place! And joy and gladness filled the place!

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How SWEETLY flowed the gospel sound
From lips of gentleness and grace,
When listening thousands gathered round,
And joy and gladness filled the place!

2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke,
To heaven he led his followers' way;
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke,
Unvailing an immortal day.

3 "Come, wanderers, to my Father's home,
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest:'
Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come,
Obey thee, love thee, and be blest!

4 Decay then, tenements of dust;
Pillars of earthly pride, decay:
A nobler mansion waits the just,
And Jesus has prepared the way.
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"Holy, harmless."

John Bowring.

HOW BEAUTEOUS were the marks divine,
That in thy meekness used to shine,
That lit thy lonely pathway, trod
In wondrous love, O Son of God!

2 Oh, who like thee, so calm, so bright,
So pure, so made to live in light?
Oh, who like thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woe?

3 Oh, who like thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,
So glorious in humility?

4 Even death, which sets the prisoner free,
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to thee;
Yet love through all thy torture glowed,
And mercy with thy life-blood flowed.

5 Oh, in thy light be mine to go,
Illuming all my way of woe!
And give me ever on the road
To trace thy footsteps, Son of God.

"He healed them."

Arthur C. Coxe.

370
WHEN, like a stranger on our sphere,
The lowly Jesus wandered here,
Where'er he went, affliction fled,
And sickness reared her fainting head.
2 The eye that rolled in irksome night,
Beheld his face-for God is light;
The opening ear, the loosened tongue,
His precepts heard, his praises sung.

3 With bounding steps the halt and lame,
To hail their great Deliverer came;
O'er the cold grave he bowed his head,
He spake the word, and raised the dead.

4 Despairing madness, dark and wild,
In his inspiring presence smiled;
The storm of horror ceased to roll,
And reason lightened through the soul.

5 Through paths of loving-kindness led,
Where Jesus triumphed we would tread;
To all, with willing hands dispense
The gifts of our benevolence.

James Montgomery.

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