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6 By the spirit which could render
Love for nate and good for ill,
Crucified, I turn etc.
171 FIVE wells I know
From which do flow
In ev'ry tribulation.
Such help afford,
When troubles come depressing. 3 O let to me
Thy sufferings be
By means of deep contrition. 4 O Lamb divine,
O Savior mine,
5 Thus will I end
Life's course, and wend
H. Brueckner, Tr.
172 SEE, world, thy Life assailéd,
On the accursed tree nailéd;
Thy Savior sinks in death!
To shame, and blows, and cruel wrath!
2 Come hither now and ponder,
Blood streams from every pore:
Sigh after sigh of anguish o'er!
3 The load Thou takest on Thee,
Than stone more heavily.
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,
My heart remember shall for aye.
5 Thy groaning and Thy sighing,
That once were heard from Thee:
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:
3 Ashamed of Jesus ! just as soon
Let midnight be ashamed of noon;
4 Ashamed of Jesus, that dear Friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend !
5 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away,
6 Till then, nor is my boasting vain,
Till then I boast a Savior slain,
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.
LL GLORY, praise and honor
To Thee, Redeemer, King ! To whom the lips of children
Made sweet hosannas ring.