5. Dispensing good where'er he came, HYMN 130. c. M. 1. BEHOLD, where in a mortal form The virtues, all in Jesus met, 2. To spread the rays of heav'nly light, To preach glad tidings to the poor, 3. Lowly in heart, to all his friends He wash'd their feet, he wip'd their tears, And heal'd each bleeding wound. 4. 'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn, His foes, ungrateful, sought his life ; 5. To God he left his righteous cause, 6. In the last hours of deep distress, With soul resign'd he bow'd, and said, 66 7. Be Christ our pattern and our guide.! His image may we bear! O may we tread his holy steps, His joy and glory share! HYMN 131. L. M. HEN Jesus dwelt in mortal clay, 1. WB What were his works from day to day, But miracles of pow'r and grace, Which spread salvation thro' our race? 2. Teach us, O Lord! to keep in view 3. That man may last, but never lives, 4. But he, who marks from day to day 1. HYMN 132. c. M. GOD of my mercy and my praise! Though sinners speak against thy grace 2. When in the form of mortal man 3. Their mis'ries his compassion mov'd; 4. Their malice rag'd without a cause; He pray'd for murderers on his cross, 5. O may his conduct, all-divine, Like his, O God! my heart incline 1."FA HYMN 133. L. M., ATHER divine," the Saviour cried, And prostrate on the ground he lay, 2." But if these pangs must still be borne, And stripes, and wounds, and cruel scorn, I bow my soul before thy throne, And say, Thy will, not mine, be done." 3. Thus our submissive souls would bow, And, taught by Jesus, lie as low. Our hearts, and not our lips alone, Would say, "Thy will, not our's be done.' 4. Then, though like him in dust we lie, We'll view the blissful moment nigh, Which, from our portion in his pains, Calls to the joy in which he reigns, VIII. SUFFERINGS AND DEATH OF CHRIST. HYMN 134. s. M. 1. AUTHOR of life and bliss! O give me strength to speak thy praise, 2. First for this world, so fair, Demands my warmest love. 4. The Saviour dwelt on earth; 5. Ah who can tell the scorn, The dear Redeemer bore? Or who describe the mental grief, 6. Low in the grave he lay, While darkness veil'd the skies. But lo!-he bursts the bands of death; 7. Father! this work is thine; For us thou gav'st thy Son. And live to thee alone! HYMN 135. c. M. 1. "NOW, in the hour of deep distress, When horrors dark my soul oppress, 2. Thus did our suff'ring Saviour pray, God heard him in that dreadful day, 3. Great was the virt'ry of his death: And all the nations of the earth 4. The meek and humble souls shall see HYMN 136. L. M. 1. COME, let our mournful songs record 2. The Jews beheld him thus forlorn, And shook their heads, and laugh'd in scorn; "He rescu❜d others from the grave; Now let him try himself to save." 3. O harden'd people! cruel priests! How they stood round like savage beasts! Like lions gaping to devour, When God had left him in their pow'r! 4. They wound his head, his hands, his feet, 'Till streams of blood each other meet; By lot his garments they divide, And mock the pangs in which he died. 5. But, gracious God! thy pow'r and love Have made his death a blessing prove. Tho' once upon the cross he bled, Immortal honours crown his head. 6. Thro' Christ thy Son our guilt forgive, And let the mourning sinner live! The Lord will hear us in his name; Nor shall our hope be turn'd to shame. 1. "T HYMN 137. L. M. WAS for our sake, eternal God, Thy Son sustain'd that heavy load Of base reproach and sore disgrace, And shame defil'd his sacred face. 2. The Jews, his brethren and his kin, Abus'd him when he check'd their sin; While he fulfill'd thy holy laws, They hate him, but without a cause. 3. Zeal for the temple of his God Consum'd his life, expos'd his blood; Reproaches at thy glory thrown He felt, and mourn'd them as his own. 4. His friends forsook, his foll'wers fled, While foes and arms surround his head. They nail him to the shameful tree; There hung my Lord, who died for me. 5. But God his Father heard his cry; Rais'd from the dead, he reigns on high; The nations learn his righteousness, And humble sinners taste his grace. TH HYMN 188. c. M. HE Saviour, what a noble flame When, hasting to Jerusalem, |