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!
O, may we tread his holy steps,
His joy and glory share!
1 My 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 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 fervor of thy prayer;
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict, and thy victory too.
4 Be thou my pattern; may I bear
More of thy gracious image here;
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name
Amongst the followers of the Lamb.
1 YE faithful souls, who Jesus know, If risen indeed with him ye are, Superior to the joys below,
His resurrection's power declare.
2 Your faith by holy tempers prove;
By actions show your sins forgiven;
And seek the glorious things above,
And follow Christ, your Head, to heaven.
3 To him continually aspire,
Contending for your native place,
And emulate the angel-choir,
And only live to love and praise.
4 Your real life, with Christ concealed,
Deep in the Father's bosom lies;
And glorious as your Head revealed,
Ye soon shall meet him in the skies.
1 COME, said Jesus' sacred voice,
Come and make my paths your choice:
I will guide you to your home;
Weary pilgrim, hither come.
2 Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn,
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,
Long hast roamed the barren waste,
Weary pilgrim, hither haste.
3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain;
Ye, whose swoln and sleepless eyes
Watch to see the morning rise;
4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn,
Here repose your heavy care:
A wounded spirit who can bear?
5 Sinner, come; for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound,
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.
1 How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound
From lips of gentleness and grace,
When listening thousands gathered round,
And joy and reverence filled the place!
2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke,
To heaven he led his followers' way;
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke,
Unveiling an immortal day.
3 "Come, wanderers, 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.
The Captain of our Salvation.
1 OUR Captain leads us on;
He beckons from the skies;
He reaches out a starry crown,
And bids us take. the prize.
2 "Be faithful unto death,
Partake my victory,
And thou shalt wear this glorious wreath,
And thou shalt reign with me."
3 'Tis thus the righteous Lord
To every soldier saith;
Eternal life is the reward
Of all-victorious faith.
4 Who conquer in his might
The victor's meed receive;
They claim a kingdom in his right
Which God shall freely give.
The Gospel adapted to give Peace and Rest.
1 PEACE, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan
Reveals thy weight of inward woe;
Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan,
And let thy tears forget to flow;
Behold, the precious balm is found,
To lull thy pain, to heal thy wound.
2 Come, freely come, by sin oppressed;
Unburden here thy weighty load;
Here find thy refuge and thy rest,
And trust the mercy of thy God:
Thy God's thy Father-glorious word!
Forever love and praise the Lord.
The Good Shepherd and his Flock.
1 GREEN pastures and clear streams,
Freedom and quiet rest,
Christ's flock enjoy, beneath his beams,
Or in his shadow, blest.
2 Secure, amidst alarms,
From violence or snares,
The lambs he gathers in his arms,
And in his bosom bears.
3 The wounded and the weak,
He comforts, heals, and binds;
The lost he came from heaven to seek,
And saves them when he finds.
4 Conflicts and trials done,
His glory they behold,
Where Jesus and his flock are one
One Shepherd and one fold.
1 JESUS! and can it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of thee!
Scorned be the thought by rich and poor!
My soul shall scorn it more and more.
2 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I've no sins to wash away,
No tears to wipe, no joys to crave,
And no immortal soul to save.
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