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LOWELL MASON.

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1 How beauteous were the marks divine
That in thy meekness used to shine,
That lit thy path, O Son of God!
The lonely path thy feet have trod.

2. Oh, who like thee, so calm, so mild,
So patient, pure, and undefiled?
Oh, who like thee did ever go
So sinless through a world of woe?
3 Oh, who like thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, so lowly, yet so high,
So glorious in humility?

4 A suffering life by thee was led;
Thou hadst not where to lay thy head;
And since, O Lord, 't was all for me,
Shall I not gladly follow thee?

1 WHEN, like a stranger on our sphere,
The lowly Jesus wandered here,
Where'er he went, affliction fled,
And sickness reared her fainting head.
2 The eye that rolled in irksome night,
Beheld his face-for God is light;
The opening ear, the loosened tongue,
His precepts heard, his praises sung.
3 With bounding steps the halt and lame,
To hail their great Deliverer came;
O'er the cold grave he bowed his head,
He spake the word, and raised the dead.
4 Despairing madness, dark and wild,
In his inspiring presence smiled;
The storm of horror ceased to roll,
And reason lighted up the soul.

5. Through paths of loving-kindness led,
Where Jesus triumphed, we would tread ;
To all with willing hands dispense
The gifts of our benevolence.

James Montgomery.

304

LUDWIG VON BEETHOVEN.

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301, 343, 58.

212, 58, 301.

Forbid that I should e'er repine;

Still let me turn to Calvary,

Nor heed my grief, remembering thine.

3 0, let me think how thou didst leave Thy heavenly home of pure delights, To fast, to faint, to watch, to grieve, Through toilsome days, through lonely nights!

4 All this thou didst, then died for me! Thou camest not thyself to please; And, dear though earthly comforts be, Shall I not love thee more than these? Josiah Conder.

305

215, 136, 514.

1 WHEN the blind suppliant in the way, By friendly hands to Jesus led, Prayed to behold the light of day, "Receive thy sight," the Saviour said.

2 At once he saw the pleasant rays

That lit the glorious firmament; And, with firm step and words of praise, He followed where the Master went. 3 Look down in pity, Lord, we pray,

On eyes oppressed by moral night, And touch the darkened lids, and say The gracious words, "Receive thy sight." 4 Then, in clear daylight, shall we see

Where walked the sinless Son of God; And, aided by new strength from thee, Press onward in the path he trod.

William C. Bryant.

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Of glory that the church shall share,
Which Christ upon the mountain shows,
Where brighter than the sun he glows!

From age to age the tale declare,
How with the three disciples there,
Where Moses and Elias meet,

The Lord holds converse high and sweet.

3 With shining face and bright array,
Christ deigns to manifest to-day
What glory shall be theirs above,
Who live below in perfect love.

4 And faithful hearts are raised on high
By this great vision's mystery;
For which in joyful strains we raise
The voice of prayer, the hymn of praise.
Sarum Breviary.

171, 104, 343.

307 1 How sweetly flowed the gospel sound From lips of gentleness and grace, When listening thousands gathered round, And joy and gladness 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, Unvailing an immortal day.

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WILLIAM H. HAVERGAL,

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 'Mid keen reproach and cruel scorn,
He meek and patient stood;
His foes, ungrateful, sought his life,
Who labored for their good.

4 Be Christ our pattern and our guide,
His image may we bear;
O, may we tread his holy steps
Till we his glory share!

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395, 438, 446.

1 THE chosen three, on mountain hight,
While Jesus bowed in prayer,
Beheld his vesture glow with light,
His face shine wondrous fair.

2 And lo! with the transfigured Lord,
Leader and seer they saw;
With Carmel's hoary prophet stood
The giver of the law.

3 From the low-bending cloud above, Whence radiant brightness shone, Spake out the Father's voice of love, "Hear my beloved Son!"

4 Lord, lead us to the mountain hight;
To prayer's transfiguring glow;
And clothe us with the Spirit's might,
For grander work below.

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William Enfield.

120, 227, 204.

David H. Ela.

1 A PILGRIM through this lonely world, The blessed Saviour passed;

A mourner all his life was he,
A dying Lamb at last.

2 That tender heart that felt for all,
For all its life-blood gave;

It found on earth no resting-place,
Save only in the grave.

3 Such was our Lord; and shall we fear The cross, with all its scorn?

Or love a faithless, evil world,

That wreathed his brow with thorn?
Sir Edward Denny.

2 But warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is he;

And faith has yet its Olivet,

And love its Galilee.

3 The healing of the seamless dress
Is by our beds of pain;

We touch him in life's throng and press,
And we are whole again.

4 Through him the first fond prayers are said Our lips of childhood frame; The last low whispers of our dead

Are burdened with his name.

5 O Lord and Master of us all,
Whate'er our name or sign,

We own thy sway, we hear thy call,
We test our lives by thine!

John G. Whittier.

H. H. STATHAM.

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2 When the pangs of trial seize us,
When the waves of sorrow roll,
I will lay my head on Jesus,
Pillow of the troubled soul:

Surely, none can feel like thee,
Weeping One of Bethany!

3 Jesus wept! and still in glory
He can mark each mourner's tear,
Living to retrace the story

Of the hearts he solaced here. Lord, if I am called to die, Let me think of Bethany. 4 Jesus wept those tears of sorrow Are a legacy of love; Yesterday, to-day, to-morrow, He the same doth ever prove. Thou art all in all to me, Living One of Bethany!

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Sir Edward Denny.