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78. 136 And He healed them all.—Matt.

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Pity in His bosom reigned; Sympathy He loved to show,

Nor the meanest suit disdained. 2 Round Him thronged the blind, the

lame,
Deat, and dumb, diseased, possest;
None in vain for healing came,

All the Saviour freely blest.
3 He could make the leper whole;
Thousands at a meal He fed ;
Winds and waves He could control;

By a word He raised the dead. 4 Lord, to me Thy blessing give,

Hungering, sick, and faint, I come;
Let me in Thy presence live,

Lead me to my heavenly home. 5 Be Thy love to me revealed,

Be Thy grace by me possest;
Touch me, and I shall be healed;
Bless me, and I shall be blest.

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Come unto Me, all ye that labour

and are heavy laden.-Matt. 11, 28. 1

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! 4 Decay, then, tenements of dust!

Pillars of earthly pride, decay!
A nobler mansion waits the just.
And Jessis has prepared the war.

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6.10. 138 The Son of man hath not where to

lay His head.-Luke 9, 58.
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IRDS have their quiet nests,
Foxes their holes, and man his

peaceful bed; All creatures have their rest, But Jesus had not where to lay His head. 3 And yet He came to give The weary and the heavy laden rest;

To bid the sinner live, [breast. And soothe my griefs to slumber on his 3 I, who once made Him grieve, I,who once bade His gentle spirit mourn;

Whose hand essayed to weave[thor; For His meek brow the cruel crown of

O why should I have peace? (love ; Why? but for that unchanged, undying

Which would not, could not cease, Until it made me heir of joys above. 5 Yes, but for pardoning grace, I feel I never should in glory see

The brightness of His face, That once was pale and agonized for me. 6 Let the birds seek their nest, [bed; Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful

Come, Saviour, in my breast Deign to repose Thine oft rejected head. 7 On earth Thou lovest best Todwell in humblesouls that mourn for

O come and take Thy rest, (within. This broken, bleeding, contrite heart

78. 139 The glory as of the only begotten

the 1 W

CHEN on Sinai's top I see

God descend in majesty, To proclaim His holy law,

All my spirit sinks with awe. 2 When in ecstasy sublime,

Tabor's glorious steep I climb,
At the too transporting light,
Darkness rushes o'er my sight.
3 When on Calvary I rest,
God, in flesh made manifest,
Shives in my Redeemer's face.
Full of beauty, truth, and grace.

[sin; 4 Here I would for ever stay,

Weep and gaze my soul away:
Thou art heaven on earth to me,
Lovely, mournful Calvary.

78.
140 Let this mina be in you which was

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Go to dark Gethsemanet

Ye that feel the tempter's power;
Your Redeemer's conflict see,
Watch with Him one bitter hour;
Turn not from His griefs away:

Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 2 Follow to the judgment-hall;

See the Lord of lite arraigned:
Ou, the wormwood and the gall!
Oh, the pangs His soul sustained !
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss:

Learn oť Him to bear the cross.
3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb;

There, adoring at His feet,
Mark that miracle of time,
God's own sacrifice complete!
"It is finished !” hear Him cry:

Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 4 Early hasten to the tomb,

Where they laid His breathless clay:
All is solitude and gloom:
Who hath taken Him away!
Christ is risen ;-He seeks the skies:
Saviour, teach us so to rise.

7s.
141 who offered up prayers with strong

crying and tears.-Heb. 5, 7. 1 ,

Low we bow the adoring knee;
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we litt our weeping eyes;
Oh! by all Thy pains and woe,
Suffered once for man below,
Bending from Thy throne on high,

Hear our solemn litany.
2 By Thy helpless infant years,

By Thy life of want and tears,
By Thy day of sore distress
in the sarage wilderness,

4

By the dread mysterious hour
of the insulting tempter's power ;
Turn, O turn a favouring eye,

Hear our solemn litany.
3 By the sacred grief that wept

O'er the grave where Lazarus slept ;
By the boding tears that flowed
Over Salem's loved abode;
By the anguished sigh that told
Treachery lurked within Thy fold;
From Thy seat above the sky,

Hear our solemn litany.
4 By Thine hour of dire despair,

By Thine agony of prayer,
By the cross, the nail, the thorn,
Piercing spear and torturing scorn,
By the gloom that veiled the skies
O'er the dreadful sacrifice,
Listen to our humble cry!

Hear our solemn litany.
5 By Thy deep expiring groan,

By the sad sepulchral stone,
By the vault whose dark abode
Held in vain the rising God;
Oh! from earth to heaven restored,
Mighty re-ascended Lord !
Listen, listen to the cry
of our solemn litany.

8.6.8.6.8.8. 142 And being in an agony He prayed

more earnestly.-Luke 22, 44. 1 Hkpelt, the Saviour knelt and

prayed, When but His Father's eye Looked through the lonely garden's On that dread agony:

[shade The Lord of all, above, beneath,

Was bowed with sorrow unto death, 2 The sun set in a fearful hour;

The stars might well grow dim, When this mortality had power

Thus to o'ershadow Him! (know That He who gave man's breath might The very depths of human woe.

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3 Heproved them all the doubt,thestrife,

The faint, perplexing dread;
The mists that hang o'er parting life

All gathered round His head:
And the Deliverer knelt to pray,
Yet passed it not, that cup, away.
It passed not, though the stormy wave

Had sunk beneath His tread; It passed not, though to Him the grave

Had yielded up its dead:
But there was sent Him from on high
A gift of strength for man to die.
5 And was the Sinless thus beset

With anguish and dismay?
How may we meet our conflict yet

In the dark narrow way[who trod; Through Him, through Him, that path Save, or we perish, Son of God!

112th. 143 Blessed are they that have not

. 1 WE saw Thee not when Thou didst

come,
To this poor world of sin and death;
Nor e'er beheld Thy cottage home,
In that despised Nazareth;
But we believe Thy footsteps trod

Its streets and plains, Thou Son of God. 2 We did not see Thee lifted high

Amid that wild and savage crew,
Nor heard Thy meek, imploring cry,
"Forgive, they know not what they do!”
Yet we believe the deed was done, (sun.

Which shook the earth and veiled the 3 We stood not by the empty tomb,

Where late Thy sacred body lay,
Nor sat within that upper room,
Nor met Thee on the open way;
But we believe that angels said,

"Why seek the living with the dead?” 4 We did not mark the chosen few, When Thou didst through the clouds ascend,

[view, First lift to heaven their wondering Then to the earth all prostrate bend: Yet we believe that mortal eyes, Beheld that journey to the skies.

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