Page images
PDF
EPUB

6 By the spirit which could render

Love for nate and good for ill,
By the mercy, sweet and tender,
Poured upon Thy murderers still:

Crucified, I turn etc.

Anon.

171 FIVE wells I know

From which do flow
Peace, joy, life, hope, salvation:
These fill my soul,
And make it whole

In ev'ry tribulation.
2 Thy wounds, O Lord,

Such help afford,
They are the fount of blessing,
And comfort me
Most graciously

When troubles come depressing. 3 O let to me

Thy sufferings be
A constant admonition,
To quench all sin
That lurks within

By means of deep contrition. 4 O Lamb divine,

O Savior mine,
The soul's true Joy-spring ever,
From sin made free,
Bind me to Thee
With ties no power can sever!

5 Thus will I end

Life's course, and wend
My way to heaven's portal;
The battle o'er,
I will adore
My Lord in hymns immortal.

Nuernberger, Gesangbuch.

H. Brueckner, Tr.

172 SEE, world, thy Life assailéd,

On the accursed tree nailéd;

Thy Savior sinks in death!
The mighty Prince from heaven
Himself hath freely given

To shame, and blows, and cruel wrath!

2 Come hither now and ponder,
'Twill fill Thy soul with wonder,

Blood streams from every pore:
Through grief whose depth none knoweth,
From His great heart there floweth

Sigh after sigh of anguish o'er!

3 The load Thou takest on Thee,
That pressed so sorely on me,

Than stone more heavily.
A curse, Lord, Thou becamest,
Thus blessings for me claimest,

Thy pain must all my comfort be.

4 Not much can I be giving In this poor life I'm living,

But one thing do I say:

Thy death and sorrows ever,
Till soul from body sever,

My heart remember shall for aye.

5 Thy groaning and Thy sighing,
Thy thousand tears and crying,

That once were heard from Thee:
They'll lead me to Thy glory,
Where I shall joy before Thee,
And evermore at rest shall be.

Gerhardt.
J. Kelly, Tr.

173

JESUS,

ESUS, and shall it ever be,

A mortal man ashamed of Thiee? Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days?

2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far

Let evening blush to own a star:
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.

3 Ashamed of Jesus ! just as soon

Let midnight be ashamed of noon;
'Tis midnight with my soul, till He,
Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee.

4 Ashamed of Jesus, that dear Friend

On whom my hopes of heaven depend !
No, when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere His name.

5 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,

When I've no guilt to wash away,
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fear to quell, no soul to save.

6 Till then, nor is my boasting vain,

Till then I boast a Savior slain,
And O, may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me.

J. Grigg.

u

174 HOSANNA we sing, like the children dear,

In the olden days when the Lord lived here, He bless'd little children and smiled on them, While they chanted His praise in Jerusalem. Hallelujah we sing like the children bright, With their harps of gold and their raiment

white, As they follow their Shepherd with loving

eyes Through the beautiful valleys of Paradise.

2 Hosanna we sing, for He bends His ear,

And rejoices the hymns of His own to hear; We know that His heart will never wax cold To the lambs that He feeds in His earthly

fold. Hallelujah we sing in the church we love, Hallelujah resounds in the church above; To Thy little ones, Lord, may such grace be

given, That we lose not our part in the song of heaven.

G. S. Hodges.

175

ALL

LL GLORY, praise and honor

To Thee, Redeemer, King ! To whom the lips of children

Made sweet hosannas ring.

« PreviousContinue »