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3 No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
As far as sin is found.
And makes the nations prove
And wonders of his love.
To go before his face;
Sent to prepare his ways. .
- That takes our guilt away;
On his baptizing day.
every mountain low;
Shall his salvation know.
Ye that in darkness sit;
And guides our doubtful feet.'
On Jesus' head descend !
2. This is my well-beloved Son,"
Proclaimed the voice divine ;
" For all his words are mine."
The great Messiah came,
In God his Father's name.
That leads to bliss on high;
Shall live, no more to die.
The chosen of the Lord,
The sure prophetic word.
This King of righteousness :
Compose his princely dress.
In rich abundance shed,
And rests upon his head.
His doctrine life imparts ;
To warm and glad our hearts.
Shall run the heavenly way;
BOWRING. Jesus Preaching the Gospel. 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;
Unveiling an immortal day. 3 “Come, wanderers, to my Father's home,
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest!”
Obey thee, love thee, and be blest ! 4 Decay, then, tenements of dust!
Pillars of earthly pride, decay!
And Jesus has prepared the way.
BUTCHER. Miracles of Christ. 1 ON
eyes that never saw the day Christ pours the bright celestial ray; And deafened ears, by him unbound,
Catch all the harmony of sound.
Rejoicing in the strength that flows
Pours forth to God the grateful strain. 3 The shattered mind his word restores,
And tunes afresh the mental powers ;
4 Canst thou, my soul, these wonders tface,
And not admire Jehovah's grace ?
The gloom of twilight gathers fast,
Descends the fitful evening blast.
And sunk into his sheltered nest;
And laid him down to welcome rest.
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.
To bless, to save the human race;
A rich, full stream of heavenly grace.
When stormy winds grew loud,
2 And men stood breathless in their dread,
And baffled in their skill-
6 Be still !" 3 And the wind ceased; it ceased! that word
Passed through the gloomy sky,
And sank beneath his eye.
And tame the tempest's mood
O'er our dark souls to brood !
Thy mandates to fulfil-
Speak and say—“Peace, be still!”
BARTON The Pool of Bethesda. 1 Around Bethesda's healing wave
Waiting to hear the rustling wing,
Its virtue to that holy spring,
Were seen the gathered multitude.
Been conscious who was passing by,
Would they have sought his pitying eye
His Power Divine to make them whole ! 3 Bethesda's pool has lost its power! No angel, by his glad descent,