Jesus Welcomed. 7's & 6's.
Summer; S. S. S. B.
1 WHEN his salvation bringing,
To Zion Jesus came,
The children all stood singing
Hosanna to his name.
Nor did their zeal offend him,
But as he rode along,
He bade them still attend him,
And smiled to hear their song.
2 And since the Lord retaineth
His love for children still,
Though now as King he reigneth
On Zion's heavenly hill,
We'll flock around his banner,
Who sits upon the throne;
And cry aloud, "Hosanna
To David's royal Son."
3 For should we fail proclaiming
Our great Redeemer's praise,
The stones, our silence shaming,
Might well hosanna raise.
But shall we only render
The tribute of our words?
No! while our hearts are tender,
They, too, shall be the Lord's.
'Watchman, tell us,' &c.
1 FEEBLE, helpless, how shall I
Learn to live, and learn to die?
Who, O God, my guide shall be?
Who shall lead thy child to thee?
2 Blessed Father, gracious one!
Thou hast sent thy holy Son;
He will give the light I need,
He my trembling steps will lead.
3 Through this world, uncertain, dim,
Let me ever lean on him;
From his precepts wisdom draw,
Make his life my solemn law.
4 Thus in deed, and thought, and word,
Led by Jesus Christ the Lord,
In my weakness, thus shall I
Learn to live, and learn to die.
5 Learn to live in peace and love,
Like the perfect ones above;-
Learn to die without a fear,
Feeling thee, my Father, near.
Jesus our Shepherd. C. M.
1 SEE the kind Shepherd, Jesus, stands,
And calls his sheep by name;
Gathers the feeble in his arms,
And feeds the tender lamb.
2 He'll lead us to the heavenly streams,
Where living waters flow;
And guide us to the fruitful fields,
Where trees of knowledge grow.
3 When wandering from the fold, we leave
The straight and narrow way,
Our faithful Shepherd still is near,
To guide us lest we stray.
4 The feeblest lamb amidst the flock,
Shall be the Shepherd's care;
While folded in the Saviour's arm,
We're safe from every snare.
1. WHEN Jesus Christ was here below,
And spread his works of love abroad,
If I had lived as long ago,
I think I should have loved the Lord.
2 Jesus, who was so very kind,
Who came to pardon sinful men,
Who heal'd the sick, and cur'd the blind-
O! must I not have lov'd him then?
3 But where is Jesus?-is he dead?
O no! he lives in heaven above;
"And blest are they," the Saviour said,
"Who, tho' they have not seen me, love."
1 JESUS, I love thy glorious name;
'Tis music to my ear;
Fain would I sound it out so loud
That heaven and earth might hear.
2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul,
My treasure and my trust;
Jewels to thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.
3 All my capacious powers can wish,
In thee doth richly meet;
Not to my eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.
4 I'll speak the honors of thy name
With my last faltering breath;
Then speechless give my soul to thee,
The conqueror of death.
Rejoicing Christian. 7's M.
1 CHILDREN of the heavenly King,
As ye journey sweetly sing,
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
2 Ye are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.
3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest;
You on Jesus' throne shall rest;
There your seat is now prepared,
There your kingdom and reward.
4 Lord, submissive make us go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow thee.
1 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 'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek he stood;
His foes, ungrateful, sought his life;
He 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!
O, may we tread his holy steps,
His joy and glory share!
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