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.

8 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witness'd the fervour of thy prayer:
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict, and thy victory too.

4 Be thou my pattern; make me bear
More of thy gracious image here;
Then God the Judge shall own my name
Among the followers of the Lamb.

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EHOLD! where, in the friend of man,
Appears each grace divine;

The virtues, all in Jesus met,

With mildest radiance shine."

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 wash'd their feet, he wip'd their tears,'
And heal'd each bleeding wound.

4 'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek he stood;

His foes, ungrateful, sought his life,-
He labour'd for their good.

5 In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his Father's throne,

With soul resign'd he bow'd and said,
Thy will, not mine, be done.'

6 Be Christ our pattern and our guide!
His image may we bear!

O may we tread his sacred steps,
And his bright glories share!

121.

(ISAIAH xlii. 1-4.)

C. M.

1 BEHOLD! the Ambassador divine, it Descending from above,

To publish to mankind the law eat yaomh
Of everlasting love!

2 On him, in rich effusion pour'd,
The heavenly dew descends;
And truth divine he shall reveal,
To earth's remotest ends.

3 No trumpet-sound, at his approach,
Shall strike the wondering ears;
But still and gentle breathes the voice
In which the God appears.

4 By his kind hand, the shaken reed
Shall raise its falling frame;
The dying embers shall revive,
And kindle to a flame.

5 The onward progress of his zeal
Shall never know decline,

Till foreign lands, and distant isles,
Receive the law divine!

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HE wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought, Exceed our praise, surmount our thought: Should I attempt the long detail,

My speech would faint, my numbers fail.
2 No blood of beasts, on altars spilt,
Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt;)
But thou hast set before our eyes
An all-sufficient sacrifice.

3 Lo! thine eternal Son appears,
To thy designs he bows his ears,
Assumes a body well prepar'd,
And well performs a work so hard.
4 Behold, I come,' (the Saviour cries,
With love and duty in his eyes,).
'I come to bear the heavy load
'Of sins, and do thy will, my God.
5''Tis written in thy great decree,
"Tis in thy book foretold of me,
'I must fulfil the Saviour's part,
And lo! thy law is in my heart.

6' I'll magnify thy holy law,

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And rebels to obedience draw,
'When on my cross I'm lifted high,
'Or to my crown above the sky.

7 The Spirit shall descend and shew
'What thou hast done, and what I do;
The wondering world shall learn thy grace,
Thy wisdom and thy righteousness."

123.

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(PROV. viii. 23-31.)

WE sing the Saviour's love

S. M.

That pitied wretched man,

Delighting in the thoughts of peace,

Ere time and worlds began.

We see its smiling ray

Out-shining at his birth,

And trace its lustre day by day,
While he sojourn'd on earth.

But in his closing hour

How infinite his grace!

When, bow'd beneath the curse, he died
To save our ruin'd race.

Ten thousand thousand songs,
With the first Seraph's flame,

Sink far below the unbounded praise
Due to Immanuel's name.

124.

(LUKE Xxiii. 44-46.)

C. M.

1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed,

And did my Sovereign die ?

Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

2 Was it for crimes that I had done
He groan'd upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,

When God the mighty Maker died
For man, the creature's sin.

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face
While his dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.

5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;

Here, Lord, I give myself away, 'Tis all that I can do.

125.

(PSALM 69.)

L. M.

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The deeper sorrows of Behold the rising billows roll,

To overwhelm his holy soul.

2 Yet, gracious God, thy power and love/
Has made the curse a blessing prove;
Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son
Aton'd for sins which we had done.

3 The pangs of our expiring Lord
The honours of thy law restor'd:
His sorrows made thy justice known,
And paid for follies not his own.
4 O for his sake 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.

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(ISAIAH liii. 6-12.)

LIKE sheep we went astray,

And broke the fold of God;

S. M.

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Each wandering in a different way, f But all the downward road.