Where can the mind of Christ be formed
But in the track He deigned to tread?
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a man of sorrows" lived,
Christ on the cross of Calvary died;
Those who have here their cross received
Shall soon be placed His throne beside.

3 Satan will labour to awake

Mistrustful thoughts in this dark day, And with consummate art to shake

That faith which is the soul's one stay; Though nature shrink, and spirits fail, When groans or cries mark pain intense, Let not the Tempter's wiles prevail,

But firmly utter, "Get thee hence."

4 Christ knows the moment when to say, "The hour of my redeemed is come! "Father, I will that he to-day

"Behold my glory, share my home! Then shall that saint, now sharply tried, Forth from the crucible be brought As gold completely purified,

Gold, for the heavenly temple wrought.

5 And though the struggle now seem hard, These "days of darkness" very long,

Yet, with eternal bliss compared—
The crown of life-the sweet new song-
Brief as a moment, they will seem
A troubled night, at break of day,
And soon that glorious noon will beam,
When Christ shall wipe all tears away.

XI.

WHEN THE SPIRIT HAS FLED.

"He giveth his beloved sleep."-Psalm cxxvii. 2. 1 Lie down in peace to take thy rest!

Dear cherished form! no longer mine, But bearing in thy clay cold breast A hidden germ of life divine, Which, when the eternal spring shall bloom,

Will burst the shackles of the tomb.

2 Lie down in peace to take thy rest! Unbroken will thy slumbers be, Satan can now no more molest,

And Death has done his worst on thee; Lie down, thy hallowed sleep to take, Till clothed with glory thou shalt wake.

3 Lie down in peace to take thy rest!

We can no longer watch thy bed, q 2

But glorious angels, spirits blest,

Shall guard thee day and night instead, And when thine eyes unclosed shall be, Christ in his glory they shall see.

4 Lie down in peace to take thy rest! My eyes must weep-my heart must

mourn;

But to thy soul, with Jesus blest,

For comfort and for hope I turn; Thou wilt not mark these tears that flow, Sorrow can never reach thee now.

5 Lie down in peace to take thy rest!
Let me betake myself to prayer,
Binding faith's corslet on my breast,
Lest Satan find an entrance there;
God gave-though now his gift he claim,
Still, blessed be his holy name!

XII.

THE SYMPATHY OF JESUS.

"We have not an high priest who cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities, but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin."-Hebrews iv. 15.

1 Jesus, my sorrow lies too deep

For human sympathy;

It knows not how to tell itself
To any but to thee.

2 Thou dost remember, amidst all
The glories of thy throne,
The sorrows of humanity,

For they were once thine own.

3 Yes, and as if thou would'st be God Even in misery,

Thou'st left no sorrow, but thine own,
Unreached by sympathy.

4 Jesus, my fainting spirit brings,
Its fearfulness to thee;

Thine eye alone can penetrate
The clouded mystery.

5 And is it not enough, O Lord?
Thy holy sympathy!

That sorrow cannot be too deep,
That I may bring to thee.

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INDEX TO FIRST LINES.

The Hymns marked with an asterisk, are Original, and have been

Afflicted saint to Christ draw near,.
*Alone in weariness and pain,
"Am I to this seclusion brought,
Again, the orient light is shining,
*And is there nothing to be done,
And let this feeble body fail,

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Can I forget the wondrous ways,
Cease thou from man; oh, what to thee,
*Celestial Guardian! thou who slumberest not,
Chamber of sickness! much to thee I owe,
Charged with the complicated load,
*Clouds and darkness round about thee,

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