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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