He Was Gansfigured Before Them.
A crown of thorns. John xix. 2.
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O, grace divine! the Saviour shed
His life-blood on the cursed tree;
Bowed on the cross his blessed head,
And died to make his brethren free.
Through suffering there, beneath his feet
He trod the fierce avenger down:
It is good to sing praises, Psalm cxlvii, 1.
O praise the Lord, 'tis sweet to raise
The grateful heart to God in praise:
When fallen raised, when lost restored,
Oh! it is sweet to praise the Lord!
Great is his power, divine his skill,
His love diviner, greater still;
There power itself and weakness meet-The sinner's friend, the mourner's stay,
Emblem of each, yon thorny crown.
Fruit of the curse, the tangled thorn
Showed that he bore its deadly sting;
The crown, 'mid Israel's cruel scorn,
Marked him as earth's anointed King.
O blessed hour, when all the earth
Its rightful Heir shall yet receive;
When every tongue shall own his worth,
And all creation cease to grieve.
Thou dearest Saviour, thou alone,
Canst give thy weary people rest;
And, Lord, till thou art on the throne,
This groaning earth can ne'er be blest.
Into an high mountain apart. Mark ix. 2.
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High on the mount the Saviour stands:
His altered face resplendent shines;
And while he elevates his hands,
Lo! glory marks its gentle lines!
Two heavenly forms descend to wait
Upon their suffering Prince below;
But while they worship at his feet,
They talk of fast approaching woe.
Amid the lustre of the scene,
To Calvary he turns his eyes;
And with submission all serene,
He marks the future tempest rise.
Then let us climb the mount of prayer.
Where all his beaming glories shine;
And, gazing on his brightness there,
Our woes forget in joys divine.
Oh, that on yonder heavenly hills
Where now the risen Saviour stands,
And peace like softest dew distills,
I, too, may elevate my hands.
William Bengo Collyer, 1812.
He sends no suppliant sad away.
The lions roar to him for bread,
The ravens by his hand are fed;
And shall his chosen flock despair?
Shall they mistrust their Shepherd's care?
His church is precious in his sight;
He makes her glory his delight;
His treasures on her head are poured;
O Zion's children, praise the Lord.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1820.
The blind see, the lame walk. Luke vii. 22.
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Behold, the blind their sight receive;
Behold, the dead awake and live:
The dumb speak wonders; and the lame
Leap like the hart, and bless His name.
Thus doth the eternal Spirit own
The Father vindicates his cause
And seal the mission of the Son;
While He hangs bleeding on the cross.
He dies! the heavens in mourning stood;
He rises, and appears our God!
Behold the Lord ascending high,
No more to bleed, no more to die.
Hence then forever from my heart
I bid my doubts and fears depart;
And to those hands my soul resign,
Which bear credentials so divine.
I. Watts, 1739.
And when they had sung an hymn.
Matt. xxvi. 30.
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Come, Christians, brethren, ere we part,
Join every voice and every heart:
One solemn hymn to God we raise,
One final song of grateful praise.
Christians! we here may meet no more,
But there is yet a happier shore;
And there, released from toil and pain,
Soon, brethren, we may meet again.
Henry Kirke White, 1806.
The Holy Spirit to Ghem that Ask.
on me, O my God, Ac - cord-ing to thy ten-der love;
Have mercy upon me, O God. Psalm li. 1.
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Have mercy on me, O my God,
According to thy tender love:
Oh, wash me in my Saviour's blood,
Let me thy pardoning mercy prove.
Against my God my faults I own;
My sins before me ever rise;
Let not the crimes that I have done
Shut up thine ears against my cries.
Lord, make me pure and true within,
Thy hidden wisdom may I know;
So shall I, purged from guilt and sin,
Be whiter than the driven snow.
Restore to me salvation's joys,
By thy free spirit me uphold;
Transgressors then I'll teach thy ways,
And gather sinners to thy fold.
Descending like a dove, Matt. iii, 16,
His spirit that dwelleth in you.
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Rom. viii. 11.
Come, thou eternal Spirit, come
From heaven, thy glorious dwelling-place;
Oh, make my sinful heart thy home,
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Eternal Spirit, heavenly Dove,
On these baptismal waters move,
That we, through energy divine,
May have the substance with the sign,
All ye that love Immanuel's name,
And long to feel the increasing flame,
'Tis you, ye children of the light,
The Spirit and the Bride invite.
Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795.
There fix, O Lord, thy blest abode,
And drive thy foes forever thence;
There shed a Saviour's love abroad,
And light and life and joy dispense.
My wants supply; my fears suppress;
Direct my way, and hold me up;
Teach me in times of deep distress,
To pray in faith and wait in hope.
Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795.
Look unto Mę and Bq ye Saved.
Looking on afar off.
Mark xv. 40,
Lord Jesus, when we stand afar
And gaze upon thy holy cross,
In love of thee and scorn of self,
Oh, may we count the world as loss.
When we behold thy bleeding wounds,
And the rough way that thou hast trod,
Make us to hate the load of sin
That lay so heavy on our God.
O holy Lord! uplifted high
With outstretched arms, in mortal woe,
Embracing in thy wondrous love
The sinful world that lies below!
Give us an ever-living faith
To gaze beyond the things we see;
And in the mystery of thy death
Draw us and all men after thee!
Wm. Walsham How, 1823.
Led by the Spirit of God.
Rom. viii. 14.
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Saviour, the sorrows thou hast known
And borne for one so vile as me,
Would melt to tenderness a stone,
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But oh, the crimes that I have done
Have sharpened all thine agony;
My sins thy bleeding hands have torn;
How can I from this guilt be free?
Thy voice can all my fears control;
Thy glance can make my sadness flee:
Oh, chase the midnight from my soul,
Thou crucified of Calvary!
Alas! thy day of grief draws nigh,
When, haply, on a dying bed,
Thou may'st for peace and pardon cry,
When the last ray of hope is fled.
When through the clouds of wrath and gloom
Shall shine the awful judgment throne,
Oh, wilt thou burst the silent tomb
To be eternally undone?
Oh, weary wanderer, far from bliss,
Wretched and burdened and forlorn;
Return, and Christ shall give you peace,
His light shall be your endless morn.
O weeper in the garden's gloom!
O sufferer on the shameful tree!
Great conqueror of the vanquished tomb,
Thou Lamb of God, remember me !
H., 1865.
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
Psalm xxiii. 2.
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Now may the Lord our Shepherd lead
To living streams his little flock;
May he in flowery pastures feed,
Shade us at noon beneath the rock!
Now we may hear our Shepherd's voice,
And gladly answer to his call;
Now may our hearts for him rejoice,
Who knows, and names, and loves us all.
When the Chief Shepherd shall appear,
And small and great before him stand,
Oh, be the flock assembling here
Found with the sheep on his right hand!
James Montgomery, 1771-1854.
In all points tempted.
Heb. iv. 15.
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2 Grant, Lord, in hours of pain, to me
Thy deep and tender sympathy;
Beside my bed in mercy stand,
And on me lay thy healing hand.
3 In sorrow and in grief draw nigh,
Thou who for me didst weep and die,
Oh, heal my inward wound and smart,
And gently bind my broken heart.
4 Though men forsake, betray, despise,
Still turn on me Thy pitying eyes,
Thou who didst stoop from heavenly bliss,
To bear a traitor's venomed kiss.
5 In life's last hour, oh, be Thou nigh,
Thou who for me didst deign to die,
And when thou sittest on thy throne,
O Lord, receive me for thine own.
Therefore come boldly.
Heb. iv. 16.
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I will approach Thee-I will force
My way through obstacles to Thee;
To Thee for strength will have recourse,
To thee for consolation flee.
Oh, cast me, cast me not away,
First of all, supplications.
1 Tim. ii. 1.
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We pray for those who do not pray!
Who waste, O Lord, salvation's day:
For those we love who love not thee;-
Our grief, their danger, pitying see.
Those for whom many tears are shed,
The children of thy people save,
And blessings breathed upon their head;
From godless life and hopeless grave.
Hear fathers, mothers, as they pray
For sons, for daughters, far away-
Brother for brother, friend for friend-
Hear all our prayers that upward blend.
We pray for those who long have heard,
But still neglect thy gracious word;
Soften the hearts obdurate made
By calls unheeded, vows delayed.
Release the drunkard from his chain,
Save those beguiled by pleasure vain,
Back to their home the wandering.
Set free the slaves of lust, and bring
The hopeless cheer; guide those who doubt;
From Thy dear presence, gracious Lord. Restore the lost; cast no one out;
My burden at Thy feet I lay;
My soul reposes on Thy word.
For all that are far off we pray,
Since we were once far off as they.
Christopher Newman Hall, b. 181.6
Gouched with the Keeling of our Jnfirmities.
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Lord Jesus, in thy name alone
Assembling, we thy promise plead;
Thy presence with us now make known;
Our prayer and praise thy Spirit lead.
Emmanuel, God with us, thou art,
This is thy dear, thy chosen name;
Its savor fills the loving heart,
To-day, forevermore the same.
Thou art the light, our feet to guide,
Our sun, to cheer the desert way;
The rock, beneath whose shade we hide,
Whose waters flow and never stay.
Blest in thy fellowship divine,
The heart has found a perfect rest;
In joy or tears, we still recline
For safety on thy sheltering breast.
Here let our hearts forever dwell,
Live on thy fullness, Lord, and be
Thy living witnesses, to tell
The glories that are found in thee.
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We know the grace of Him who died,
Once rich, but for our sakes made poor;
He heavenly glory laid aside,
To make us rich forevermore.
Who glory had ere earth was made,
Stooped low a ruined race to save;
Was in a wayside manger laid ;-
Was buried in a stranger's grave.
The manger bed, the stranger's tomb,
Begin and end His earthly stay;—
He came to bring the wanderers home,
And wipe the mourner's tears away.
Lord, in the way that thou hast trod,
May we, thy followers, humbly go;-
That like the suffering Son of God,
We to the lost thy love may show.
So when he sitteth on the throne,
And all creation sings His name,
May we, remembered then, be known,
Among the followers of the Lamb.
If any man thirst. John vii. 37.
I thirst, but not as once I did,
The vain delights of earth to share;
Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid
That I should seek my pleasures there.
It was the sight of thy dear cross
First weaned my soul from earthly things;
And taught me to esteem as dross
The mirth of fools and pomp of kings.
I want that grace that springs from thee,
That quickens all things where it flows,
And makes a wretched thorn like me,
Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose.
Dear fountain of delight unknown
No longer sink below the brim:
But overflow, and pour me down
A living, and life-giving stream!
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Luke x. 2.
Saviour divine, Thy heart of love
Which led Thee from thy home on high,
Still for the sons of men doth move,
And yearning cries, Why will ye die?
Do thou our hearts with love control,
Till filled with deep, divine desire,
We seek to save each dying soul,
And pluck them quickly from the fire.
Filled with the spirit of our Head,
May we with Him co-workers be;
And may His tears o'er sinners shed,
Be ours as we their ruin see.
Lord, send forth laborers day by day,
Strong in the power of love divine;
And may they toil, and weep and pray,
Till like the stars at last they shine.
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