104 Invitation. C.M.

(232) The Forgiving One.

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 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,

Thy friends unfaithful prove;

Unwearied in forgiveness still,

Thy heart could only love.

3 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.

4 One with thyself, may every eye,

In us, thy brethren, see

That gentleness and grace that springs

From union, Lord, with thee.

Edward Denny, 1839.

105 Invitation. C.M.

The True Test.

We may not climb the heavenly steeps

To bring the Lord Christ down;

In vain we search the lowest deeps,

For him no depths can drown.

2 But warm, sweet, tender, even yet

A present help is he;

And faith has yet its Olivet,

And love its Galilee.

3 The healing of the seamless dress

Is by our beds of pain;

We touch him in life's throng and press,

And we are whole again.

4 Through him the first fond prayers are said

Our lips of childhood frame;

The last low whispers of our dead

Are burdened with his name.

5 O Lord and Master of us all,

Whate'er our name or sign,

We own thy sway, we hear thy call,

We test our lives by thine!

J. G. Whittier.

106 Invitation. C.M.

(228) Childhood of Jesus.

In stature grows the heavenly Child,

With death before his eyes;

A Lamb unblemished, meek and mild,

Prepared for sacrifice.

2 The Son of God his glory hides

With parents mean and poor;

And he who made the heavens abides

In dwelling-place obscure.

3 Those mighty hands that stay the sky

No earthly toil refuse;

And he who set the stars on high

A humble trade pursues.

4 He before whom the angels stand.

At whose behest they fly,

Now yields himself to man's command,

And lays his glory by.

5 The Father's name we loudly raise,

The Son we all adore,

The Holy Ghost, One God, we praise,

Both now and evermore.

Anon.

107 Invitation. C.M.

(229) A Man of Sorrow.

A pilgrim through this lonely world,

The blessed Savior passed;

A mourner all his life was he,

A dying Lamb at last

2 That tender heart which felt for all,

For us its life-blood gave;

It found on earth no resting-place.

Save only in the grave.

3 Such was our Lord; and shall we fear

The cross with all its scorn?

Or love a faithless, evil world

That wreathed his brow with thorn?

4 No, facing all its frowns or smiles,

Like him obedient still,

We homeward press, through storm or calm,

To Zion's blessed hill.

H. Bonar.

108 Olivet. L.M.

(242) The Meekness of Jesus.

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,

Thou God of God, thou Light of 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 E'en 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!

Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1838.

109 Olivet. L.M.

(243) The Teaching of Jesus.

How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound

From lips of gentleness and grace,

When listening thousands gathered round,

And joy and reverence 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,

Unveiling 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.

John Bowring, 1823.

110 Olivet. L.M.

(239) Christ's Example.

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 fervor of thy prayer;

The desert thy temptations knew;

Thy conflict and thy victory too.

4 Be thou my pattern, make me bear

More of thy gracious image here;

Then God, the Judge, shall own my name

Among the followers of the Lamb.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

111 Overberg. L.M.

(247) The Miracles of Christ.

Behold! the blind their sight receive;

Behold! the dead awake and live;

The dumb speak wonders, and the lame

Leap, like the hart, and bless his name.

2 Thus doth th' eternal Spirit own

And seal the mission of the Son;

The Father vindicates his cause,

While he hangs bleeding on the cross.

3 He dies! the heavens in mourning stood;

He rises, the triumphant God!

Behold the Lord ascending high,

No more to bleed, no more to die.

4 Hence, and forever, from my heart,

I bid my doubts and fears depart;

And to those hands my soul resign,

Which bear credentials so divine.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

112 Overberg. L.M.

(248) Entry into Jerusalem.

Ride on! ride on in majesty!

Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry;

O Savior meek, pursue thy road

With palms and scattered garments strowed.

2 Bide 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.

3 Ride on! ride on in majesty!

The angel armies of the sky

Look down with sad and wondering eyes

To see the approaching sacrifice.

4 Ride on! ride on in majesty!

The last and fiercest strife is nigh;

The Father on his sapphire throne

Awaits his own anointed Son.

5 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, 1827.

113 Overberg. L.M.

(245) The Transfiguration.

Oh, wondrous type, oh, vision fair,

Of glory that the church shall share,

Which Christ upon the mountain shows,

Where brighter than the sun he glows!

2 From age to age the tale declare,

How with the three disciples there,

Where Moses and Elias meet,

The Lord holds converse high and sweet.

3 The law and prophets there have place,

Two chosen witnesses of grace;

The Father's voice from out the cloud

Proclaimed his only Son aloud.

4 With shining face and bright array

Christ deigns to manifest to-day,

What glory shall be theirs above

Who joy in God with perfect love.

Latin. Tr. by J.M. Neale, 1851.

114 Bavaria. 8s & 7s D.

(251) Christ Our Example.

Ever would I fain be reading,

In the ancient holy Book,

Of my Savior's gentle pleading,

Truth in ev'ry word and look.

How to all the sick and tearful

Help was ever gladly shown;

How he sought the poor and fearful,

Called them brothers and his own.

2 How no contrite soul e'er sought him,

And was bidden to depart;

How, with gentle words he taught him,

Took the death from out his heart.

Still I read the ancient story,--

And my joy is ever new,--

How for us he left his glory,

How he still is kind and true.

3 How the flock he gently leadeth,

Whom his Father gave him here;

How his arms he widely spreadeth,

To his heart to draw us near.

Let me kneel, my Lord! before thee,

Let my heart in tears o'erflow,

Melted by thy love adore thee,

Blessed in thee, mid joy or woe.

Ger., Louisa Hensel, 1829.

Tr., Catherine Winkworth, 1858

115 Heber. C.M.

(236) The Example of Christ.

Behold where, in the Friend of man,

Appears each grace divine!

The virtues all in Jesus meet,

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 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!"

4 Be Christ our pattern and our guide,

His image may we bear;

Oh, may we tread his sacred steps,

And his bright glories share.

William Endfield, 1802.

116 Wonderful Love of Jesus. P.M.

Christ's Love.

In vain in high and holy lays

My soul her grateful voice would raise;

For who can sing the worthy praise

Of the wonderful love of Jesus?

CHO.--Wonderful love! wonderful love!

Wonderful love of Jesus!

Wonderful love! wonderful love!

Wonderful love of Jesus!

2 A joy by day, a peace by night,

In storms a calm, in darkness light;

In pain a balm, in weakness might,

Is the wonderful love of Jesus.

3 My hope for pardon when I call,

My trust for lifting when I fall;

In life, in death, my all in all,

Is the wonderful love of Jesus.

E.S. Lorenz.

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