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Dispenses that diviner dower

Which with its healing waters went. But he, whose word surpassed its wave, Is still omnipotent to save.

222.
L. M.

HEBER.
The Holy Gucst.
1 Messiah Lord! who, wont to dwell

In lowly shape and cottage cell,
Didst not refuse a guest to be

At Cana's poor festivity.
2 O when our soul from care is free,

Then, Saviour, would we think on thee;
And, seated at the festal board,

In fancy's eye behold the Lord.
3 Then may we seem, in fancy's ear,

Thy manna-dropping tongue to hear,
And think, if now his searching view

Each secret of our spirit knew!"
4 So may such joy, chastised and pure,

Beyond the bounds of earth endure;
Nor pleasure in the wounded mind
Shaii ieave a rankling sting behind.

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223.

C. M.

COWPER.
" He steadfastly his face to go to Jerusalem."
1 The Saviour, what a noble flame,

Was kindled in his breast,
When hasting to Jerusalem,

He marched before the rest!
2 Good-will to men, and zeal for God,

His every thought engross;
He goes to be baptized with blood;
He goes

to meet the cross.

3 With all his sufferings full in view,

And woes to us unknown,
Forth to the task his spirit flew;

'T was love that urged him on.
4 And while his holy sorrows here

Engage our wondering eyes,
We learn our lighter cross to bear,

And hasten to the skies.

224.

L. M.

MILMAN.
Christ's Entry into Jerusalem.
1 Ride on, ride on in majesty!

Hark! all the tribes hosanna cry !
Thy humble beast pursues his road,

With palms and scattered garments strowed. 2 Ride on, ride on in majesty!

In lowly pomp ride on to die !
O Christ, thy triumphs now begin,

O'er captive death and conquered sin.
3 Ride on, ride on in majesty!

The winged squadrons of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes,

To see the approaching sacrifice.
4 Ride on, ride on in majesty!

Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on his glorious throne
Expects his own anointed Son!

225,

C. M.

MRS. BARBAULD.
Christ's Nero Command to his Disciples
1 Benold where, breathing love divine,

Our dying Master stands!
His weeping followers, gathering round
Receive his last commands

2 « Blest is the man whose softening heart

Feels all another's pain;
To whom the supplicating eye

Was never raised in vain;

3 “ Peace from the bosom of his God,

My peace to him I give;
And when he neels before his throne,

His trembling soul shall live.
4 “ To him protection shall be shown;

And mercy from above
Descend on those who thus fulfil

The perfect law of love.”

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C. H. M.

HEMANS.
The Agony in Gethsemane.
1 He knelt; the Saviour knelt and prayed,
When but his Father's

eye
Looked, through the lonely garden's shade

On that dread agony:
The Lord of high and heavenly birth
Was bowed with sorrow unto death.

2 He knew them all, the doubt, the strife,

The faint perplexing dread;
The mists that hang o'er parting life

All darkened round his head;
And the Deliverer knelt to pray ;
Yet passed it not, that cup, away.
3 It passed not, though the stormy wave

Had sunk beneath his tread;
It passed not, though to him the grave

Had yielded up its dead;
But there was sent him, from on high,
A gift of strength, for man to die.

2 And men stood breathless in their dread,

And baffled in their skill
But One was there, who rose and said
To the wild sea,

6 Be still !" 3 And the wind ceased; it ceased! that word

Passed through the gloomy sky,
The troubled billows knew their Lord,
And sank beneath his

eye.
4 Thou that didst rule the angry hour,

And tame the tempest's mood -
Oh! send thy Spirit forth in power

O'er our dark souls to brood !
5 Thou that didst bow the billows' pride,

Thy mandates to fulfil —
Speak, speak to passion's raging tide,

Speak ånd say—“Peace, be still!”

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BARTON The Pool of Bethesda. 1 Around Bethesda's healing wave

Waiting to hear the rustling wing,
Which spoke the angel nigh, who gave

Its virtue to that holy spring,
With patience, and with hope endued

Were seen the gathered multitude.
2 Had they who watched and waited there

Been conscious who was passing by,
With what unceasing anxious care

Would they have sought his pitying eye
And craved with fervency of soul,

His Power Divine to make them whole ! 3 Bethesda's pool has lost its power! No angel, by his glad descent,

Dispenses that diviner dower

Which with its healing waters went. But he, whose word surpassed its wave, Is still omnipotent to save.

222.

L. M.

HEBER.
The Holy Gucst.
1 Messiah Lord! who, wont to dwell

In lowly shape and cottage cell,
Didst not refuse a guest to be

At Cana's poor festivity.
2 O when our soul from care is free,

Then, Saviour, would we think on thee;
And, seated at the festal board,

In fancy's eye behold the Lord.
3 Then may we seem, in fancy's ear,

Thy manna-dropping tongue to hear,
And think, “ if now his searching view

Each secret of our spirit knew !”
4 So may such joy, chastised and pure,

Beyond the bounds of earth endure;
Nor pleasure in the wounded mind
Snail ieave a rankling sting behind.

223.

C. M.

COWPER.
He steadfastly set his face to go to Jerusalem."
1 The Saviour, what a noble flame,

Was kindled in his breast,
When hasting to Jerusalem,

He marched before the rest !
2 Good-will to men, and zeal for God,

His every thought engross;
He goes to be baptized with blood;
He goes to meet the cross.

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