3 Meekness, humility, and love
Through all his conduct shine;
O may my whole deportment prove
A copy, Lord, of thine.
244. L. M.
Example of Christ.
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 fervour 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
Amongst the followers of the Lamb.
1 AND is the gospel peace and love?
Such let our conversation be;
The serpent blended with the dove,
Wisdom and meek simplicity.
2 Whene'er the angry passions rise, And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife, On Jesus let us fix our eyes,
Bright pattern of the christian life!
3 O how benevolent and kind!
How mild how ready to forgive!
Be his the temper of our mind,
And his the rules by which we live.
4 To do his heavenly father's will,
Was his employment and delight:
Humility and holy zeal
Shone through his life divinely bright!
5 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labours of his life were love :
If then we love the Saviour's name,
Let his divine example move.
The Captain of our Salvation.
1 OUR Captain leads us on,
He beckons from the skies,
He reaches out a starry crown,
And bids us take the prize.
2 Be faithful unto death,
Partake my victory,
And thou shalt wear this glorious wreath, And thou shalt reign with me."
3 "T is thus the righteous Lord To every soldier saith;
Eternal life is the reward
Of all victorious faith.
4 Who conquer in his might,
The victor's meed receive;
They claim a kingdom in his right,
Which God shall freely give.
1 COME, said Jesus' sacred voice,
Come and make my paths your choice:
I will guide you to your home;
Weary pilgrim, hither come!
2 Thou, who, houseless, sole, forlorn,
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,
Long hast roamed the barren waste,
Weary pilgrim, hither haste!
3 Ye, who, tossed on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain;
Ye, whose swoln and sleepless eyes
Watch to see the morning rise:
4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn,
Here repose your heavy care:
A wounded spirit who can bear?
5 Sinner, come! for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound;
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.
The Good Shepherd and his Flock.
GREEN pastures and clear streams,
Freedom and quiet rest,
Christ's flock enjoy, beneath his beams,
Or in his shadow, blest.
2 Secure amidst alarms,
From violence or snares,
The lambs he gathers in his arms,
And in his bosom bears.
3 The wounded and the weak,
He comforts, heals and binds;
The lost he came from heaven to seek,
And saves them when he finds.
4 Conflicts and trials done,
His glory they behold,
Where Jesus and his flock are one,
One shepherd and one fold.
Jesus teaching the People.
1 How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound
From lips of gentleness and grace,
When listening thousands gathered round,
And joy and reverence filled the place.
2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke
To heaven he led his followers' way;
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke,
Unveiling an immortal day.
3 'Come, wanderers, to my Father's home,
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest!'
Yes, sacred teacher, we will come,
Obey thee, love thee, and be blest.
4 Decay, then, tenements of dust!
Pillars of earthly pride, decay!
A nobler mansion waits the just,
And Jesus has prepared the way.
Not ashamed of Jesus.
I JESUS, and can it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of thee?
Scorned be the thought by rich and poor;
My soul shall scorn it more and more.
2 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I 've no sins to wash away,
No tears to wipe, no joys to crave,
And no immortal soul to save.
3 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear friend,
On whom my hopes of heaven depend?
No; when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.
4 Till then-nor is the boasting vain-
Till then I boast a Saviour slain;
And O, may this my portion be,
That Saviour 's not ashamed of me!
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