HYMN

W

HEN Jesus dwelt in mortal clay, What were his works from day to day, But miracles of power and grace, That spread salvation through our race?

2 Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view
Thy pattern, and Thy steps pursue;
Let alms bestowed, let kindness done,
Be witnessed by each rolling sun.

3 That man may breathe, but never lives,
Who much receives, but nothing gives;
Whom none can love, whom none can thank,
Creation's blot, creation's blank !

4 But he who marks, from day to day,
By works of love, his radiant way,
Treads the same path his Saviour trod,
The path to glory and to God.

HYMN

211.

C. M.

LORD, lead the way the Saviour went,

By lane and cell obscure,

And let love's treasures still be spent,
Like His, upon the poor:

Like Him through scenes of deep distress,

Who bore the world's sad weight,

We, in their crowded loneliness,

Would seek the desolate.

2 For Thou hast plac'd us side by side,
In this wide world of ill,

And, that Thy followers may be tried,
The poor are with us still.
Mean are all offerings we can make,
But Thou hast taught us, Lord!
If given for the Saviour's sake,
They lose not their reward.

HYMN

AT SEA.

212.

III. 1.

ORD, go with us, and we go Safely through the weariest length, Travelling, if Thou will'st it so,

In the greatness of Thy strength.

2 Through the day and through the dark, Over land and over sea,

Speed the wheel, and steer the bark,
Bring us where we fain would be.

HYMN

213.

S. M.

THOU who didst prepare
The ocean's sounding deep,
And bid the gath'ring waters there
In mighty concourse sweep:

2 Toss'd in our reeling bark On this tumultuous sea,

Thy wondrous ways, O Lord, we mark, And lift our hearts to Thee.

3 Borne on the stormy wave,

In measured sweep we go, Nor dread th' unfathomable grave That ever yawns below.

4 Jesus is nigh who trod

Of old that foaming spray, Whose billows own'd th' Incarnate God, And died in calm away.

5 Though swells the threatening tide
Mounting to heaven above,
We know in whom our souls confide,
And fearless trust His love.

6 Snatch'd from a darker deep,
And waves of wilder foam,

Thou, Lord, our trusting souls shalt keep
And waft them safely home;

7 Home where no tempests sound,
Nor angry waters roar,

Nor troublous billows heave around
Th' eternal, peaceful shore.

HYMN

214.

III. 5.

OD the Lord a King remaineth,

G Robed in His own glorious light;

God hath robed Him, and He reigneth; He hath girded Him with might:

Hallelujah!

God is King in depth and height.

2 Lord! the water-floods have lifted, Ocean-floods have raised their roar, Now they pause where they have drifted, Now they burst upon the shore: Hallelujah!

From the ocean's sounding store.

3 With all tones of waters blending
Glorious is the breaking deep;
Glorious, beauteous without ending,
God who reigns on heaven's high steep.
Hallelujah!

Songs of ocean never sleep.

4 Lord! the words Thy lips are telling
Are the perfect verity;

Of Thine high, eternal dwelling
Holiness shall inmate be:

Hallelujah!

Pure is all that lives with Thee.

FUNERALS.

HYMN

A

SLEEP in Jesus! blessed sleep!

From which none ever wakes to weep;

A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the last of foes.

2 Asleep in Jesus, oh! how sweet,
To be for such a slumber meet;
With holy confidence to sing
That death hath lost its painful sting.

3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest!
Whose waking is supremely blest;
No fear, no woe shall dim that hour
That manifests the Saviour's power.

4 Asleep in Jesus, oh! for me
May such a blissful refuge be;
Securely shall my ashes lie,
Waiting the summons from on high.

5 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee
Thy kindred and their graves may be;
But there is still a blessed sleep,
From which none ever wakes to weep.

HYMN

216.

C. M.

[OT for the pious dead we weep;
Their sorrows now are o'er;

NOT

The sea is calm, the tempest past,
On that eternal shore.