Come, Lord, and our hosannas hear;
We wait to strow thy way.
5 Come, as in days of old,

With words of grace and
Gather us all within thy fold,
And never leave us more.

power;

Jesus precious to them that believe.

1 JESUS, I love thy charming name;

'T is music to my ear;

Fain would I sound it out so loud

That earth and heaven might hear.
2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust:
Jewels to thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.

3 Whate'er my noblest powers can wish
In thee doth richly meet;
No light unto my eyes so dear,
No friendship half so sweet.

4 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart,
And shed its fragrance there,

The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

255.

C. P. M.

Excellency of Christ.

MEDLEY

1 O, COULD we speak the matchless worth, O, could we sound the glories forth,

Which in our Saviour shine,

We'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings,
And vie with Gabriel, while he sings,

In notes almost divine.

2 We'd sing the characters he bears,
And all the forms of love he wears,
Exalted on his throne :

In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
We would, to everlasting days,
Make all his glories known.

3 0, the delightful day will come,

When Christ, our Lord, will bring us home,
And we shall see his face :

Then, with our Saviour, Brother, Friend,
A blest eternity we 'll spend,
Triumphant in his grace.

256.

S. M.

Christ's Manifestation.

1 WE meditate the day

Of triumph and of rest,

FROTHINGHAM

When, shown of God, and shaped in clay,
The Word was manifest.

2 Lord, give it gracious sweep,

And here its errand bless,
Whose mercy sent it o'er the deep,

To glad a wilderness.

3 Ray out its starry light,

To guide our pilgrim way,

A sign of hope to this world's night,
And brighter than its day.

4 Again thy witness-voice!

Again thy spirit-dove!

That hearts may in its trust rejoice,
And soften with its love.

5 Send round its blessed cup

As once in Galilee ;

And catch our dull affections up
To heaven, and Christ, and thee.

257.

C. M.

BAF

.D.

Christ's Precepts of Love.

1 BEHOLD, where, breathing love divine,
Our dying Master stands ;

His weeping followers, gathering round,
Receive his last commands.

2 From that mild Teacher's parting lips
What tender accents fell!
The gentle precept which he gave
Became its author well.
3"Blest is the man whose softening he
Feels all another's pain;
To whom the supplicating eye
Was never raised in vain ;

4"Whose breast expands with generous warmth,
A stranger's woes to feel;
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound
He wants the power to heal.

5 "Peace from the bosom of his Lord,
My peace to him I give ;

And when he kneels before the throne,
His trembling soul shall live.

6 Himself, through Christ, hath mercy found,

Free mercy from above;

That mercy moves him to fulfil

The perfect law of love."

The Examples of Christ and the Saints.

1 GIVE me the wings of faith to rise
Within the veil and see

The saints above, how great their joys,
And bright their glories be.

2 Once they were mourners here below,
And wet their couch with tears;

WATTS.

They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.

3 I ask them whence their victory came;
They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to his death.

4 Our glorious Leader claims our praise,
For his own pattern given,

While the long cloud of witnesses
Shows the same path to heaven.

"That ye through his Poverty might be rich." 1 O'ER the dark wave of Galilee

The gloom of twilight gathers fast,
And on the waters drearily

Descends the fitful evening blast. 2 The weary bird hath left the air,

RUSSELL.

And sunk into his sheltered nest;
The wandering beast has sought his lair,
And laid him down to welcome rest.
3 Still near the lake, with weary tread,
Lingers a form of human kind;
And on his lone, unsheltered head
Flows the chill night-damp of the wind.
4 Why seeks he not a home of rest?
Why seeks he not a pillowed bed?
Beasts have their dens, the bird its nest;
He hath not where to lay his head.
5 Such was the lot he freely chose,

To bless, to save the human race;
And through his poverty there flows
A rich, full stream of heavenly grace.

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C. M.

MONTGOMERY

Singing the Song of the Redeemed.

1 SING we the song of those who stand
Around th' eternal throne,

Of every kindred, clime, and land,
A multitude unknown.

2 Life's poor distinctions vanish here;
To-day, the young, the old,
Our Saviour and his flock, appear
One Shepherd and one fold.
3 Toil, trial, suffering, still await
On earth the pilgrim's throng;
Yet learn we, in our low estate,
The church triumphant's song.
4"Worthy the Lamb, for sinners slain,"
Cry the redeemed above,
"Blessing and honor to obtain,
And everlasting love."

5 "Worthy the Lamb," on earth we sing,
“Who died our souls to save ;

Henceforth, O Death, where is thy sting?
Thy victory, O Grave ?”

6 Then hallelujah! power and praise
To God in Christ be given;
May all who now this anthem raise
Renew the song in heaven'

1 NOT to the terrors of the Lord,
The tempest, fire, and smoke;
Not to the thunder of that word
Which God on Sinai spoke ;
2 But we are come to Zion's hill,
The city of our God,

WATTA