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[Still let Thy love point out my cresMy smile beneath the tyrant's

frown; How wondrous things Thy love In shame, my glory and my crown: hath wrought!

f In want, my plentiful supply ; Still lead me, lest I go astray ;

In weakness, mine almighty power; Direct my word, inspire my In bonds, my perfect liberty ; thought;

My light in Satan's darkest hour; And if I fall, soon may I hear

cresIn grief, my joy unspeakable ; Thy voice, and know that love is

ff My life in death ; my heaven in near.]

hell.

C. Wesley. p In suffering be Thy love my peace: 125 cresIn weakness be Thy love my power;

C.M. p And when the storms of life shalí mp THERE's not a grief, however light, cease,

Too light for sympathy! Pp O Jesu, in that solemn hour,

There's not a care, however slight, In death, as life, be Thou my guide, Too slight to bring to Thee! And save me, Who for me hast Thou Who hast trod the thorny road died.

Wilt share each small distress ; P. Gerhardt, tr. J. Wesley, v. 2,

For He Who bore the greater load 1. 5, v. 5, l. 4 altd.

Will not refuse the less. 124

There's not a secret sigh we breathe, 88.88.88.

But meets the ear Divine ; mf Thou hidden Source of calm repose; And every cross grows light beneath Thou all-sufficient Love divine ;

The shadow, Lord, of Thine. My help and refuge from my foes,

Life's woes without,-sin's strife Secure I am, if Thou art mine :

within, And lo! from sin, and grief, and

The heart would overflow ;[sin,-shame

cresBut for that love which died for dimi hide me, Jesus, in Thy Name.

That love which wept with woe. f Thy mighty Name salvation is,

All human sympathy but cheers, And keeps my happy soul above;

When it is learned from Thee, Comfort it brings, and power, and Alas for grief 1-but for those tears peace,

Which fell at Bethany ! And joy and everlasting love :

Jane Crewdson. To me, with Thy dear Name, are given

126

C.M. Pardon and holiness and heaven.

PART I. mp Jesus, my all in all Thou art, mf JESUS, the very thought of Thee

My rest in toil, mine ease in pain ; With sweetness fills my breast ; The medicine of my broken heart; cresBut sweeter far Thy face to see,

In war, my peace ; in loss, my gain; P And in Thy presence rest.

Nor voice can sing, nor heart can cresAnd seeking Thee, itself inflame, frame,

To seek Thee more and more.
Nor can the memory find,
A sweeter sound than Thy blest f Thee may our tongues for ever

bless;
Name,
O Saviour of mankind !

Thee may we love alone;

cresAnd ever in our lives express p O hope of every contrite heart ! The image of Thine own. O joy of all the meek! (art!

p"Grant me, while here on earth 1 To those who fall, how kind Thou

stay, Cres How good to those who seek.

Thy love to feel and know ; f But what to those who find ? Ah, cresAnd when from hence I pass away, this

To me Thy glory show.
Nor tongue nor pen can show :

Bernard of Clairvaux, tr. E. Caswall.
The love of Jesus, what it is
None but His loved ones know. 127

10.10.10.6. mf 0 Jesus, Light of all below! Thou Fount of life and fire !

mf AND didst Thou love the race that

loved not Thee, Surpassing all the joys we know, And all we can desire !

And didst Thou take to heaven a

human brow? f Jesus, my only joy be Thou

Dost plead with man's voice by . As Thou my prize wilt be ;

the marvellous sea ? Jesus, be Thou my glory now,

Art Thou his kinsman now ? And through Eternity.

O God, o kinsman loved, but not Bernard of Clairvaux, tr. E. Caswall.

enough!

[death, PART II.

C.M.

O Man, with eyes majestic after

Whose feet have toiled along our f O JESUS, King most wonderful!

pathways rough, [breath! Thou conqueror renowned !

Whose lips drawn human p Thou sweetness most ineffable ! In Whom all joys are found !

By that one likeness which is ours and Thine,

[us kin, mf When once Thou visitest the heart,

By that one nature which doth hold Then truth begins to shine ;

By t} at high heaven where, sinless, Then earthly vanities depart;

Thou dost shine,
Then wakens love divine.

To draw us sinners in ; f Jesus ! Thy mercies are untold,

p By Thy last silence in the judgment Through each returning day;

hall,

[deadly tree, Thy love exceeds a thousandfold

By long foreknowledge of the Whatever we can say.

By darkness, by the wormwood mf May every heart confess Thy Name, and the gall, And ever Thee adore ;

I pray Thee visit me.

cres

mf Come, lest, this heart should, cold 129 and cast away,

C.M. [taindimDie ere the prest adored she enter f O MYSTERY of Love Divine, Lest eyes which never saw Thine That thought and thanks o'erearthly day

[reign.

powers! Should miss Thy heavenly

Lord Jesus ! was our portion Thine, Jean Ingelow.

And is Thy portion ours?

p Emmanuel ! didst Thou take our 128

place L.M., with refrain.

To set us in Thine own ? mf Jesu, my Lord, my God, my all,

Cres Didst Thou our low estate embrace Hear me, blest Saviour, when I call ;

To lift us to Thy throne ? Hear me, and from Thy dwelling

» Didst Thou fulfil each righteous place Pour down the riches of Thy grace:

deed,

God's perfect will express,
Jesu, my Lord, I Thee adore ;

f That we, the unfaithful ones, f Oh, make me love Thee more

might plead and more.

Thy perfect faithfulness? p Jesu, too late I Thee have sought; cresHow can I love Thee as I ought?

p On Thy pure soul did dread and

gloom And how extol Thy matchless fame,

In that drear garden rise ? [bloom The glorious beauty of Thy Name?

f Are ours the brightness and the Jesu, my Lord, I Thee adore;

Of Thine own Paradise ?
Oh, make me love Thee more
and more.

p For Thee the Father's hidden face?

For Thee the bitter cry? p Jesu, what didst Thou find in me

f For us the Father's endless grace, That Thou hast dealt so lovingly?

The song of victory? cres How great the joy that Thou hast brought,

p Our load of sin and misery So far exceeding hope or thought;

Didst Thou, the Sinless, bear ? Jesu, my Lord, I Thee adore ;

f Thy spotless robe of purity O make me love Thee more

Do we, the sinners, wear? and more.

mf Lord Jesus I is it even so ? f Jesu, of Thee shall be my song ;

Have we been loved thus ?

What love can we on Thee bestow To Thee my heart and soul belong ; All that I have or am is Thine,

Who hast exchanged with us? And Thou, blest Saviour, Thou art f Thou, Who our very place didst mine :

take,
Jesu, my Lord, I Thee adore ; Dwell in our very heart! (make,
Oh, make me love Thee more Thou, Who Thy portion ours dost
and more

Thyself--Thyself impart.
U, Collins,

T. H. Gill.

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78. f Now begin the heavenly theme :

Sing aloud in Jesus' Name ;
Ye who Jesus' kindness prove,
Triumph in redeeming love.
Ye, who see the Father's grace
Beaming in the Saviour's face,
As to Canaan on ye move,

Praise and bless redeeming love. p Mourning souls, dry up your

tears ; cres Banish all your guilty fears ; f See your guilt and curse remove,

Cancelled by redeeming love. p Ye, alas ! who long have been

Willing slaves of death and sin, cresNow from bliss no longer rove;

Stop and taste redeeming love. f Welcome, all by sin oppressed :

Welcome to His sacred rest :
Nothing brought Him from above,

Nothing but redeeming love.
f Hither, then, your music bring ;

Strike aloud each joyful string :
Mortals, join the hosts above,
Join to praise redeeming love.

- Langford. 131

L.M. f AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays, And sing thy great Redeemer's

praise ;
He justly claims a song from me,

His loving-kindness is so free! mp He saw me ruined in the fall, Yet loved me, notwithstanding

all; cres He saved me from my lost estate :

His loving-kindness is so great!

p Often I feel my sinful heart

Prone from my Jesus to depart;

And though I oft have Him forgot f His loving-kindness changes not. p So when I pass death's gloomy

vale, And all the powers of nature fail,

O may my last expiring breath cres His loving-kindness sing in death! f Then shall I mount and soar

away To the bright world of endless day; Then shall I sing with sweet sur

prise His loving-kindness in the skies. f Then with the golden harps I'll join, And with their anthems mingle

mine; And loudly sound, on every chord, The loving-kindness of the Lord.

S. Medley. 132

C.M. mf My blessed Saviour, is Thy love

So great, so full, so free? Behold, I give my love, my heart,

My life, my all to Thee. f I love Thee for that glorious worth

In Thy great self I see; p I love Thee for that shameful

cross

Thou hast endured for me.
mf No man of greater love con boast

Than for His friend to die;
But for Thy foes, Lord, Thou wast

slain :
cres What love with Thine can vie !

J. Stonnett, v. 3, 1. 2'altd.

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10.-HIS TRANSFIGURATION. 133

L.M., double. f 0 Master, it is good to be [Thee ; mf O MASTER, it is good to be [Thee, Entranced, enwrapt alone with

High on the mountain here with And watch Thy glistering raiment
Here, in an ampler, purer air,

glow

[snow; Above the stir of toil and care ;

Whiter than Hermon's whitest dimOf hearts distract with doubt and The human lineaments that shine grief,

Irradiant with a light divine,
Believing in their unbelief,

Till we too change from grace to p Calling Thy servants all in vain

grace, To ease them of their bitter pain. Gazing on that transfigured face. mf 0 Master, it is good to be [three mf 0 Master, it is good to be [Thee ;

With Thee and with Thy faithful Here on the Holy Mount with Here, where the Apostle's heart of When darkling in the depths of rock

[shock;

night, Is nerved against temptation's

When dazzled with excess of light, Here, where the Son of Thunder dimWe bow before the Heavenly Voice learns [word that burns ;

That bids bewildered souls rejoice, The thought that breathes, and p Though love wax cold and faith Here, where on eagles' wings we

be dim,

[Him!” [is Love. cresó This is My Son! oh, hear ye With Him Whose last best creed

A. P. Stanley.

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11.-HIS ENTRY INTO JERUSALEM.

L.M. f Ride on! ride on in majesty! holl f RIDE on! ride on in majesty!

mf Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh ; Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry.

The Father on His sapphire throne mp O Saviour meek, pursue Thy road

Expects His own anointed Son. With palms and scattered garments f Ride on! ride on in majesty! strewed.

In lowly pomp ride on to die ! | Ride on ! ride on in majesty !

vp Bow Thy meek Head to mortal p In lowly pomp ride on to die !

pain !

[reign cres0 Christ ! Thy triumphs now begin

ff Then take, O God I Thy power, and O'er captive Death and conquered H. H. Milman, v. 1, 1. 3 altd. Sin.

135 f Ride on! ride on in majesty!

7.6.7.6., with chorus. dimThe winged squadrons of the sky f ALL glory, laud, and honour, Look down with sad and wonder To Thee, Redeemer, King ! ing eyes

To Whom the lips of children p To see the approaching Sacrifice. Made sweet hosannas ring.

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