His power and And let His name 2 He saw the nations lie Shall still endure, Abides Thy word. 3 He sent His only Son 4 Give thanks aloud to God, Shall still endure; 114 (112). Abides Thy word. Y The honors of your King; To Jesus, your incarnate God, S. M. 2 Not angels round the throne Are half so much obliged as we 3 They never sunk so low, They are not raised so high; 4 The Saviour did not join Their nature to His own; 5 May we with angels vie The Saviour to adore; Our debts are greater far than theirs, 115 (780). HIS TEACHING. L. M. H From lips of gentleness and grace, OW sweetly flow'd the gospel sound When list'ning thousands gather'd round, 2 From heaven He came, of heaven He spoke, 3 "Come, wand'rers, to my Father's home; 4 Decay, then, tenements of dust; 116 (114). MY HIS EXAMPLE. Y dear Redeemer, and my Lord! L. M. 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. 117 (115). BEHOLD, where in a mortal form Appears each grace divine; The virtues, all in Jesus met, 2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, To preach glad tidings to the poor, C. M. 3 'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn, His foes, ungrateful, sought His life; 4 To God He left His righteous cause, 5 In the last hours of deep distress, With soul resign'd He bow'd, and said, 6 Be Christ our pattern and our guide, Oh, may we tread His holy steps, 118. WHAT C. M. HAT grace, O Lord, and beauty shone What patient love was seen in all 2 For, ever on Thy burden'd heart 3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, 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 gentleness and grace that spring 119. L. M. How beauteous were the marks divine That in Thy meekness used to shine, That lit Thy lonely pathway, trod 2 Oh, who like Thee so calm, so bright, 3 E'en death, which sets the prisoner free, 4 Oh, in Thy light be mine to go, 120 (860). YO to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel the tempter's power, Your Redeemer's conflict see, Watch with Him one bitter hour; 7s. |