3 Thy power, O Lord, is round us still, Though shrouded from our feeble sight, To guard, in danger's hour, from ill, To lead us in the way of right.
4 Oh! if temptation's path we tread, Still may we feel that Thou art near; And in Thy servants' bosom shed, The spirit of Thy love and fear!
5 Then, as of old, the hour which hears Thy word, shall see that word obeyed ; And rescued souls, with grateful tears, Shall bless Thy spirit's timely aid.
1 "See how he loved!" exclaimed the Jews, As tender tears from Jesus fell,
My grateful heart the thought pursues, And on the theme delights to dwell.
2 See how he loved, who travelled on, Teaching the doctrine from the skies; Who bade disease and pain begone, And called the sleeping dead to rise. 3 See how he loved, who firm yet mild, Patient endured the scoffing tongue; Though oft provoked, he ne'er reviled, Or did his greatest foe a wrong.
4 See how he loved, who never shrank From toil or danger, pain or death; Who all the cup of sorrow drank, And meekly yielded up his breath. 5 Such love can we, unmoved, survey? O may our breast with ardour glow, To tread his steps, his laws obey, And thus our warm affection show.
1 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word: But in thy life the law appears Drawn out in living characters.
2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will, Such love, and meekness so divine; I would transcribe and make them mine.
3 Cold mountains, and the midnight air, Witnessed the fervour of thy prayer; The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict, and thy victory too.
4 Be thou my pattern! may I bear More of thy gracious image here! That God, in heaven, may find in me A soul prepared to dwell with thee.
1 So let our lips and lives express The holy gospel we profess;
So let our works and virtues shine, To prove the doctrine all divine.
2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad The honours of our Saviour, God; When the salvation reigns within, And grace subdues the power of sin. 3 Our flesh and sense must be denied, Passion and envy, lust and pride; While justice, temperance, truth, and love Our inward piety approve.
4 Religion bears our spirits up,
While we expect that blessed hope, The bright appearance of our Lord, And faith stands leaning on his word.
1 In the Cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the Cross forsake me Lo! it glows with peace and joy.
3 When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way,
From the Cross the radiance streaming Adds more lustre to the day.
4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the Cross are sanctified;
Peace is there that knows no measure Joys that through all time abide.
5 In the Cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
1 Father! reveal Thy Son in me, To my soul's eye, unclouded; The fulness of Thy deity,
In mortal semblance shrouded, When, for a Name o'er every Name, He bore the Cross, despised the shame, And rose-the world's Redeemer.
2 All things for him, may I forsake; In poverty and weakness, His gentle burden on me take,
And wear his yoke with meekness: So shall I find in labour rest,
In suffering, peace, of Christ possessed, In me the hope of glory.
1 When our heads are bowed with woe, When our bitter tears o'erflow;
When we mourn the lost, the dear, Gracious God of Jesus! hear.
2 He our throbbing flesh hath worn, He our mortal griefs hath borne, He hath shed the human tear; Heir of Jesus! hush thy fear.
3 When we tread the lonely vale, When our flesh and heart shall fail, At the final conflict near,
Gracious God of Jesus! hear.
4 He hath bowed the dying head; He the blood of life hath shed; He hath filled a mortal bier; Heir of Jesus! hush thy fear.
5 When the heart is sad within With the thought of all its sin; When the spirit shrinks with fear, Gracious God of Jesus! hear.
6 He the spirit's strife hath known; He the spirit's victory won; He hath now no grief to bear; Heir of Jesus! hush thy fear.
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