5 When, on the other side, thy feet
Shall rest, 'mid thousand welcomes sweet,
One well-known voice thy heart shall greet,
""Tis I, be not afraid!"

6 From out the dazzling majesty
He'll gently lay His hand on thee,
Whispering, "Beloved, lov'st thou Me?"
""Tis I, be not afraid!"

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! where is He that trod the sea?
O! where is He that spake,
And demons from their victims flee,
The dead their slumbers break?
The palsied rise in freedom strong,
The dumb men talk and sing;
And from blind eyes, benighted long,
Bright beams of morning spring.
2 O! where is He that trod the sea?
O where is He that spake,
And piercing words of liberty
The deaf ears open shake?

And mildest words arrest the haste
Of fever's deadly fire;

LYNCH.

And strong ones heal the weak, who waste
Their life in sad desire.

3 O! where is He that trod the sea ?
O! where is He that spake,
And dark waves, rolling heavily,
A glassy smoothness take?

And lepers, whose own flesh has been
A living, loathsome grave,

See with amaze that they are clean,
""Tis He can save!"

And cry,

4 O! where is He that trod the sea?
"Tis only He can save:

To thousands hungering wearily
A wondrous meal He gave;
Full soon, celestially fed,

Their rustic fare they take;

'Twas springtide when He blest the bread, 'Twas harvest when He brake.

5 0 where is He that trod the sea?
My soul, the Lord is here!

Let all thy fears be hushed in thee:
To leap, to look, to hear,
Be thine:-thy needs He'll satisfy;
Art thou diseased or dumb,
Or dost thou in thy hunger cry?—
"I come," saith Christ, "I come!"

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HOU who didst stoop below
To drain the cup of woe,

And wear the form of frail mortality;
Thy blessed labours done,

Thy crown of victory won,
Hast passed from earth,-passed to
Thy home on high.

It was no path of flowers,

MILES.

Through this dark world of ours,
Beloved of the Father, Thou didst tread;

And shall we, in dismay,

Shrink from the narrow way

When clouds and darkness are around it

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3 O Thou, who art our Life,
Be with us through the strife;

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Thine own meek head by rudest storms was bowed:

Raise Thou our eyes above

To see a Father's love

Beam, like a bow of promise, through the cloud.

E'en through the awful gloom

Which hovers o'er the tomb,

That light of love our guiding star shall be; Our spirits shall not dread

The shadowy way to tread,

Friend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth lead to Thee.

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ID Christ o'er sinners weep,

DID

And shall our cheeks be dry?

Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from every eye.
The Son of God in tears,
Angels with wonder see!
Be thou astonished, O my soul !
He shed those tears for thee.
He wept that we might weep ;
Each sin demands a tear;

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And there's no weeping there.

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RACIOUS Redeemer, glorious Lord,
I read my duty in Thy word;
But in Thy life the law appears
Engraved 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; 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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IRDS have their quiet nests,

MONSELL.

Boxes their holes, and man his

ful bed;

All creatures have their rest,

peace

But Jesus had not where to lay His head.

And yet He came to give

The weary and the heavy laden rest;

To bid the sinner live,

And soothe my griefs to slumber on His breast.

I, who once made Him grieve;

I, who once bade His gentle spirit mourn;
Whose hand essayed to weave

For His meek brow the cruel crown of thorn;

O, why should I have peace?

Why? but for that unchanged, undying love, Which would not, could not cease,

Until it made me heir of joys above.

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Yes, but for pardoning grace,
I feel I never should in glory see
The brightness of His face,

That once was pale and agonized for me.

Let the birds seek their nest,

Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed;
Come, Saviour, in my breast

Deign to repose Thine oft rejected head.

On earth Thou lovest best

To dwell in humble souls that mourn for sin;
O come and take Thy rest

This broken, bleeding, contrite heart within.

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EHOLD! the blind their sight receive!. Behold! the dead awake and live! The dumb speak wonders, and the lame Leap by the power of Jesus' name!

2 Thus doth the eternal Spirit own
And seal the mission of the Son;
The Father vindicates His cause
While He hangs bleeding on the cross.

3 He dies! the heavens in mourning stand!
He rises! and to God's right hand
Behold the Lord exalted high,

No more to bleed, no more to die!

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4 Hence, and for ever,
from my
Let every fear and doubt depart;
I to those hands my soul resign
Which bear credentials so divine.