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1 BEHOLD, where in a mortal form
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 labored for their good.

4 In the last hour of deep distress,
Before His Father's throne,

With soul resigned He bowed, and said,
"Thy will, not mine, be done!"

5 Be Christ our Pattern and our Guide!
His image may we bear!

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O may we tread His holy steps,
His joy and glory share!

William Enfield. 1772. a.

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1 IN duties and in sufferings too
Thy path, my Lord, I'd tread;
As Thou hast done, so would I do,
Depending on Thy grace.

2 With earnest zeal, 'twas Thy delight
To do Thy Father's will;

O may that zeal my love excite
Thy precepts to fulfil!

3 Unsullied meekness, truth and love,
Through all Thy conduct shine;

O may my whole deportment prove
A copy, Lord, of Thine!

Benjamin Beddome. 1818. a.

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C. M.

10 SAVIOUR, whom that holy morn
Gave to our world below,
To mortal want and labor born,
And more than mortal woe!
2 Incarnate Word, by every grief,
By each temptation tried,
Who lived to yield our ills relief,
And to redeem us, died!
3 If gayly clothed and proudly fed,
In dangerous wealth we dwell,
Remind us of Thy manger bed,
And lowly cottage cell.

4 If prest by poverty severe,
În envious want we pine,
O may Thy Spirit whisper near,
How poor a lot was Thine!

5 Through fickle fortune's various scene,
From sin preserve us free;

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Like us Thou hast a mourner been,
May we rejoice with Thee.

Reginald Heber. 1827.

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BEHOLD, the Prince of Peace,
The chosen of the Lord,

God's well-beloved Son, fulfils
The sure prophetic Word.

2 No royal pomp adorns

This King of righteousness: Meekness and patience, truth and love, Compose His princely dress.

3

Jesus, Thou Light of men!
Thy doctrine life imparts.

O may we feel its quickening power
To warm and glad our hearts!

4

Cheered by its beams, our souls
Shall run the heavenly way.

The path which Thou hast marked and trod
Shall lead to endless day.

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John Needham. 1768. a.

1 FEEBLE, helpless, how shall I
Learn to live and learn to die?
Who, O God, my guide shall be?
Who shall lead Thy child to Thee?
2 Blessed Father, gracious One,
Thou hast sent Thy holy Son;
He will give the light I need,
He my trembling steps will lead.
3 Through this world, uncertain, dim,
Let me ever lean on Him;

From His precepts wisdom draw,
Make His life my solemn law.

4 Thus in deed, and thought, and word,
Led by Jesus Christ the Lord,
In my weakness, thus shall I
Learn to live and learn to die.

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7s.

William H. Furness. 1844.

THE PASSION.

1 IN the Cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime.

2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,
Never shall the Cross forsake me;
Lo! it glows with peace and joy.

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3 When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the Cross the radiance streaming
Adds new lustre to the day.

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the Cross are sanctified;

Peace is there that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.

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Sir John Bowring. 1825.

1 Nor all the blood of beasts, On Jewish altars slain,

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Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.

2

But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our stains away;

A Sacrifice of nobler name,

3

And richer blood than they.

My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of Thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.
4 My soul looks back to see
The burden Thou didst bear,
When hanging on the curséd tree,
And hopes her guilt was there.

5

Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove;

We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,

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And sing His bleeding Love. Watts. 1709.

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10 THOU who didst Thy glory leave,

Apostate sinners to retrieve

From nature's deadly fall,

Thou hast redeemed me with a price,
Nor shall my sins in judgment rise,
For Thou hast borne them all.
2 Jesus was punished in my stead,
Without the gate my Surety bled,
To expiate my stain;

On earth the Godhead deigned to dwell,
And made of infinite avail

The sufferings of the Man.

3 Behold the Lord for rebels given!
Behold, the incarnate King of heaven
Did for His foes expire!

Amazed, O earth, the tidings hear;
He bore, that we might never bear
His Father's righteous ire.

4 Ye saints, the Man of sorrows bless,
The God, for your unrighteousness,
Deputed to atone :

Praise Him, till, with the heavenly throng,
Ye sing the never-ending song,

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And see Him on His throne.

Augustus Montague Toplady. 1759. a.

1 THERE is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Immanuel's veins;

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And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, as vile as he,
Wash all my sins away!

Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious Blood
Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransomed Church of God

Be saved, to sin no more.