His power and grac
Are still the same;
And let His name
2 He saw the nations lie
All perishing in sin,
And pitied the sad state
The ruin'd world was in.
Thy mercy, Lord,
Shall still endure,
And ever sure
Abides Thy word.
3 He sent His only Son
To save us from our woe,
From Satan, sin, and death,
And every hurtful foe.
His power and grace
Are still the same,
And let His name
Have endless praise.
4 Give thanks aloud to God,
To God the Heavenly King;
And let the spacious earth
His works and glories sing.
Thy mercy, Lord,
Shall still endure;
And ever sure
E saints, proclaim abroad
The honors of your King;
To Jesus, your incarnate God,
Your songs of praises sing.
2 Not angels round the throne
Of majesty above,
Are half so much obliged as we
To our Immanuel's love.
3 They never sunk so low,
They are not raised so high;
They never knew such depths of woe,
Such heights of majesty.
4 The Saviour did not join
Their nature to His own;
For them He shed no blood divine,
Nor breath'd a single groan.
5 May we with angels vie
The Saviour to adore;
Our debts are greater far than theirs,
Oh, be our praises more!
OW sweetly flow'd the gospel sound From lips of gentleness and grace, When list'ning thousands gather'd round, And joy and gladness fill'd the place!
2 From heaven He came, of heaven He spoke,
To heaven He led His foll'wers' way;
Dark clouds of gloomy night He broke,
Unveiling an immortal day.
3 "Come, wand'rers, 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.
Y 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 def'rence to Thy Father's will,
Thy love and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe and make them mine.
3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witness'd the fervor of Thy prayer;
The desert Thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict and Thy vict'ry too!
4 Be Thou my pattern; let me bear
More of Thy gracious image here;
Then God the Judge shall own my name
Among the followers of the Lamb.
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 'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek He stood;
His foes, ungrateful, sought His life;
He labor'd for their good.
4 To God He left His righteous cause,
And still His task pursued;
While humble prayer and holy faith
His fainting strength renew'd.
5 In the last hours 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!
Oh, may we tread His holy steps,
His joy and glory share!
HAT grace, O Lord, and beauty shone
Around Thy steps below!
What patient love was seen in all
Thy life and death of woe!
2 For, ever on Thy burden'd heart
A weight of sorrow hung;
Yet no ungentle, murm'ring 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 Oh, 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 ev'ry eye,
In us, Thy brethren, see
The gentleness and grace that spring
From union, Lord, with Thee.
OW 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 Oh, who like Thee so calm, so bright,
So pure, so made to live in light?
Oh, who like Thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woe?
3 E'en death, which sets the prisoner free,
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to Thee;
Yet love through all Thy torture glow'd,
And mercy with Thy life-blood flow'd.
4 Oh, in Thy light be mine to go,
Illuming all my way of woe!
And give me ever on the road
To trace Thy footsteps, Son of God!
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YO to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel the tempter's power,
Your Redeemer's conflict see,
Watch with Him one bitter hour;
Turn not from His griefs away,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
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