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
That gentleness and grace which spring
From union, Lord, with Thee.

36 1 Peter ii. 21. D. L. M. A. C. COXE.

1 H! who like Thee, so calm, so bright, Lord Jesus Christ, Thou Light of

light!

Oh! who like Thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woe?
Oh! who like Thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men before;
So meek, so lowly, yet so high,
So glorious in humility?

2 Through all Thy life-long weary years,
A man of sorrows and of tears,

The cross, where all our sins were laid, Upon Thy bending shoulders weighed ; And death, that 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.

3 O wondrous Lord, our souls would be
Still more and more conformed to Thee;
Would lose the pride, the taint of sin,
That burns these fevered veins within;
And learn of Thee, the Lowly One,
And like Thee, all our journey run,
Above the world, and all its mirth,
Yet weeping still with weeping earth.

4 Be with us as we onward go;
Illumine all our way of woe;
And grant us ever on the road
To trace the footsteps of our God:
That when Thou shalt appear, arrayed
In light, to judge the quick and dead,
We may to life immortal soar,
Through Thee who livest evermore.

37 John iv. 1-29. C.M. SIR E. DENNY.

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SWEET was the hour, O Lord, to Thee,

At Sychar's lonely well,

When a poor outcast heard Thee there
Thy great salvation tell.

2 There Jacob's erring daughter found
Those streams unknown before,
The water-brooks of life that make
The weary thirst no more.

3 And, Lord, to us, as vile as she,
Thy gracious lips have told

That mystery of love revealed
At Jacob's well of old.

4 In spirit, Lord, we've sat with Thee, Beside the springing well

Of life and peace, and heard Thee there Its healing virtues tell.

5 Dead to the world, we dream no more
Of earthly pleasures now;
Our deep, divine, unfailing Spring
Of grace and glory Thou.

6 No hope of rest in aught beside,
No beauty, Lord, we see;

And, like Samaria's daughter, seek
And find our all in Thee.

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Luke ix. 32. D. L.M. DEAN STANLEY.
MASTER! it is good to be

High on the mountain here with
Thee;

Where stand revealed to mortal gaze
Those glorious saints of other days,
Who once received on Horeb's height
The eternal laws of truth and right;
Or caught the still small whisper, higher
Than storm, than earthquake, or than fire.
2 O Master! it is good to be

With Thee and with Thy faithful Three,Here, where the Apostle's heart of rock Is nerved against temptation's shock; Here, where the Son of Thunder learns The thought that breathes, the word that burns;

Here, where on eagle's wings we move With Him Whose last best creed is Love.

3 O Master! it is good to be

Entranced, enwrapt, alone with Thee;
And watch Thy glistering raiment glow,
Whiter than Hermon's whitest snow,
The human lineaments that shine
Irradiant with a light divine:

Till we too change from grace to grace,
Gazing on that transfigured face.

4 O Master! it is good to be

Here on the Holy Mount with Thee;
When darkling in the depths of night,
When dazzled with excess of light,
We bow before the heavenly Voice
That bids bewildered souls rejoice:
Though love wax cold, and faith be dim-
"This is My Son-Oh hear ye Him!"

HIS DEATH.

39 Mark xv. 25. 55.11.55.11. C.WESLEY.

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ALL ye that pass by

To Jesus draw nigh; To you is it nothing your Saviour should die?

For sins not His own,

He dies to atone ;

Was love or was sorrow like His ever known?

Oh lift up your eyes!

""Tis finished," He cries.

Impassive, He suffers; immortal, He dies. His death is my plea:

He nailed to the tree

The bond that condemned us: the sinner is free.

He answered for all ;
Oh come at His call,

And low at His feet in astonishment fall:
For you and for me

He prayed on the tree

The prayer is accepted, the sinner is free.

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The sight of the cross
Turns earth into dross :

What worldings deem gain, I now reckon but loss;

More glorious the prize

For which earth I despise ;

My life is my Lord's, and my home's in the skies.

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O! on the inglorious tree

The Lord, the Lord of glory hangs; Forsaken now is He,

And pierced with pangs.

A shameful death He dies,

Uplifted with transgressors twain ;
A lamb for sacrifice;

By sinners slain.

Full is His cup of woe;

In death His drooping head declines; """Tis done!" he cries; and now His soul resigns.

Oh come, my soul, and gaze

On that great grief, that crown of thorn; In deep and dread amaze

There look and mourn.

For thee He shed His blood,

Weep, till with woe thine eyes grow dim; To that accursed wood

Thou hast nailed Him.

To Thee, the mighty Lord,

Who washest in blood our sins away,

Our boundless gratitude

Its thanks would pay.