HOWARD. C. M.

Mrs. E. CUTHBERT.

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2 Forever on Thy burdened heart
A weight of sorrow hung;
Yet no ungentle, murmuring word
Escaped Thy silent tongue.

3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,
Thy friends unfaithful prove;
Unwearied in forgiveness still,
Thy heart could only love.

4 O give us hearts to love like Thee,
Like Thee, O Lord, to grieve
Far more for others' sins, than all
The wrongs that we receive.

5 One with Thyself, may every eye
In us, Thy brethren, see
That gentleness and grace that spring
From union, Lord, with Thee.

1 O THOU, whose name is "God with us,"
For Thou with man art one,
And, putting on his flesh, wouldst save
His race from exile lone!

2 Not as a king Thou comest now;
No gold Thy throne adorns;
No royal crown is on Thy head;
Thine is the crown of thorns.

3 Thou com'st to suffer scorn and pain, To die upon the tree;

To save Thy people from their sins,
And make us one with Thee.

4 O make us one with Thee below,
In heart, and will, and love;
And make us, when this life is o'er,
Still one with Thee above.

We touch Him in life's throng and press,
And we are whole again.

4 Thro' Him the first fond prayers are said
Our lips of childhood frame;
The last low whispers of our dead
Are burdened with His Name.

5 O Lord and Master of us all,
Whate'er our name or sign,
We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call,
We test our lives by Thine!

BURLINGTON.

C. M.

J. F. BURROWES.

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2 To spread the rays of heavenly light,
To give the mourner joy,
To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was His divine employ.

3 Lowly in heart to all His friends,

A friend and servant found,

He washed their feet, He wiped their tears,
And healed each bleeding wound.

4 'Midst keen reproach, and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek He stood;
His foes, ungrateful, sought His life;
He labored for their good.

5 To God He left His righteous cause,
And still His task pursued;
With humble prayer, and holy faith,
His fainting strength renewed.

6 In the last hour of deep distress,

Before His Father's throne,
With soul resigned, He bowed, and said,
"Thy will, not mine, be done."

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.

1 THOU art the Way; to Thee alone
From sin and death we flee;
And he who would the Father seek,
Must seek Him, Lord, by Thee.

2 Thou art the Truth; Thy word alone
True wisdom can impart;
Thou only canst inform the mind,
And purify the heart.

3 Thou art the Life; the rending tomb
Proclaims Thy conquering arm;
And those who put their trust in Thee
Nor death nor hell shall harm.

4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life;
Grant us that Way to know,
That Truth to keep, that Life to win,
Whose joys eternal flow.

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HAMBURG. L. M.

Arr. by L. MASON.

1 How beauteous were the marks divine,
That in Thy meekness used to shine,
That lit Thy lonely pathway, trod
In wondrous love, O Son of God!

2 O who like Thee, so mild, so bright, Thou Son of Man, Thou Light of Light, O'who like Thee did ever go

So patient, through a world of woe?
3 O who like Thee, so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,
So glorious in humility?

4 And death, that sets the prisoner free,
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to Thee;
Yet love through all Thy torture glowed,
And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed.

5 O wondrous Lord! my soul would be Still more and more conformed to Thee, And learn of Thee, the lowly One, And like Thee, all my journey run. 119

JAMES MONTGOMERY.

1 THE morning dawns upon the place Where Jesus spent the night in prayer; Thro' yielding glooms behold His face, Nor form, nor comeliness is there.

2 Brought forth to judgment, now He stands

Arraigned, condemned, at Pilate's bar; Here, spurned by fierce prætorian bands, There, mocked by Herod's men of war.

3 He bears their buffeting and scorn,
Mock-homage of the lip, the knee,
The purple robe, the crown of thorn,
The scourge, the nail, the accurséd tree.
4 No guile within His mouth is found;
He neither threatens, nor complains;
Meek as a lamb, for slaughter bound,
Dumb 'midst His murderers he remains.

5 But hark! He prays; 'tis for His foes;
He speaks, 'tis comfort to His friends;
Answers, and paradise bestows;
He bows His head, the conflict ends.

1 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord,
I read my duty in Thy Word;
But in Thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.

2 Such was Thy truth, and such Thy zeal,
Such deference to Thy Father's will,
Such love, and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe and make them mine.
3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervor of Thy prayer;
The desert Thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict and Thy victory too.

4 Be Thou my pattern; may I bear
More of Thy gracious image here;
Then God, the Judge, shall own my

name

Among the followers of the Lamb.

4 Thy sympathies and hopes are ours; Dear Lord, we wait to see

Creation, all below, above,

Redeemed and blest by Thee.

5 Our longing eyes would fain behold
That bright and blessed brow,
Once wrung with bitt'rest anguish, wear
Its crown of glory now.

1 O JESUS, Sweet the tears I shed,
While at Thy cross I kneel,
Gaze on Thy wounded, fainting head,
And all Thy sorrows feel.

2 My heart dissolves to see Thee bleed, This heart so hard before,

I hear Thee for the guilty plead,
And grief o'erflows the more.

3 'Twas for the sinful Thou didst die,
And I a sinner stand:

What love speaks from Thy dying eye,
And from each piercéd hand.

4 I know this cleansing blood of Thine
Was shed, dear Lord, for me:
For me, for all, O grace divine!
Who look by faith on Thee.

5 O Christ of God, O spotless Lamb,
By love my soul is drawn;
Henceforth, for ever, Thine I am;
Here life and peace are born.

AYNHOE. S. M.

J. NARES.

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2 For whom, for whom, my heart,
Were all these sorrows borne?
Why did He feel that painful smart,
And meet that various scorn?

3 For us He hung and bled,

For us in torture died;

'Twas love that bowed His fainting head, And oped His gushing side.

4 I see, and I adore

In sympathy of love;

I feel the strong, attractive power
To lift my soul above.

5 Drawn by such cords as these,
Let all the earth combine,
With cheerful ardor, to confess
The energy divine.

6 In Thee our hearts unite,

Nor share Thy griefs alone,

But from the cross pursue their flight
To Thy triumphant throne.

1 Nor all the blood of beasts
On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.

2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name,

And richer blood, than they.

3 My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of Thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.

4 My soul looks back to see

The burdens Thou didst bear, When hanging on the curséd tree, And hopes her guilt was there.

5 Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove,

We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing His bleeding love.

3 O Christ, be Thou our present joy,
Our future great reward;
Our only glory may it be,
To glory in the Lord!

4 O may we through Thy cross and pain, With all who Thee adore,

A blesséd resurrection gain,

And life for evermore.