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It behoved Him to be made like unto His brethren.-HEB. ii. 17.
Wast made, yet free from sin;
Replies the voice within.
"T'is not for us to know
Temptation, pain, and woe.
Clear Thou our clouded view ;
We give Thee honour due.
Our trials and our tears ;
Death's agonies and fears.
Thou sittest on Thy throne :
Still succouring Thine own.
To Thee, O Christ, be given
H. J. GAUNTLETT.
Call His name Immanuel.-Isa. vii. 14. si SWEETER sounds than music knows 3 Did the Lord a man become, Charm me in Immanuel's name :
That He might the law fulfil,
Bleed and suffer in my room,
And canst thou, my tongue, he still ? 2 When He came, the angels sung
4 No; I must my praises bring, "Glory be to God on high!'
Though they worthless are, and weak; Lord, inloose my stammering tongue ; For, should I refuse to sing, Who should louder sing than I ?
Sure the very stones would speak ! 5 O my Saviour, Shield, and Sun,
Shepherd, Brother, Guardian, Friend,
99 Then was Jesus led up of the Spirit 2 Master, where abidest Thou?
into the wilderness to be tempted of the
We would leave the past behind :
We would scale the mountain's brow, p1 NT and weary, Jesus stood In the awful wilderness ;
Learning more Thy heavenly mind.
Still a look is all our lore,
The transforming look to Thee :
From the Living Truth once more
Breathes the answer, ‘Come and see.'
3 Master, where abidest Thou? 2 He was tempted that He might
How shall we Thine image best
Bear in light upon our brow,
Stamp in love upon our breast ?
Still a look is all our might;
Looking draws the heart to Thee;
Sends us from the absorbing sight,
With the message, Come and see.' 3 Not by bread alone we live, Thy good word our life shall be :
4 Master, where abidest Thou?
All the springs of life are low;
And we wait Thy call to go.
From the depths of happy rest,
Where the just abide with Thee,
From the voice which makes them blest,
Falls the summons, 'Come and see.' 100 Master, where abidest Thou ? John i. 38.
5 Christian, tell it to thy brother,
From life's dawning to its end ;
Every hand may clasp another,
And the loneliest bring a friend ;-
Till the veil is drawn aside
And, from where her home shall be,
f Bursts on the enfranchised Bride As of old, breathes, . Come and see.' The triumphant, 'Come and see !'
Mrs. Elizabeth R. Charle,