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2 Legions of angels strong and fatr
În countless armies shine, And swell His praise with golden harpy,
Attuned to songs divine. 3 “Hail, Prince !” they cry, "for ever hail !
Whose unexampled love Mov'd Thee to quit these glorious realms
And royalties above."
To suffer scorn and pain,
And waited in His train.
They did His steps attend ;
The mystic scene would end. 6 They saw His heart, transfixed with wounds,
With love and grief run o'er:
Which none e'er brake before.
To bear Him to His throne; Then swept their golden harps, and sang,
“The glorious work is done !"
283 Matt. vill
. 20. 6.10.
MONSELL IRDS have their quiet nests,
peaceful bed; All creatures have their rest, But Jesus had not where to lay His head. 2 And yet He came to give The weary and the heavy laden rest;
To bid the sinner live, And soothe my griefs to slumber on
3 I who once made Him grieve;
Whose hand essay'd to weave
thorn : 4 O why should I have peace ? Why? but for that unchang'd, undying love,
Which would not, could not cease,
The brightness of that face,
Come, Saviour, in my breast Deign to repose Thine oft-rejected head. 7 On earth Thou lovest best To dwell in humble souls that mourn
for sin ; O come and take Thy rest, This broken, bleeding, contrite heart within,
284 Matt. xiv. 22, 23. L. M. RUSSELL.
O'Fhet loom or twilight gathers fast ;
ER dark wave of
And on the waters drearily
Descends the fitful evening blast. 2 The weary bird hath left the air,
And sunk into his shelter'd nest;
And laid him down to welcome rest. 3 Still near the lake, with weary tread,
Lingers a form of human kind;
4 Why seeks He not a home of rest ?
Why seeks He not a pillow'd bed ?
He hath not where to lay His head. 5 Such was the lot He freely chose,
To bless, to save the human race;
Matt. v. 1, 2. L. M. BOWRING. 1 HOWO COW sweetly flow'd the gospel's sound
From lips of gentleness and grace ; When listening thousands gathered round,
And joy and reverence ill'd the place! 2 From heaven He came, of heaven He spoko,
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 bless'd. 4 Decay, these tenements of dust!
Pillars of earthly pride, decay!
JER. TAYLOR. * 1 ESCEND to Thy Jerusalem, O Lord !
one accord; Come, ride in triumph on; behold we lay Our guilty lusts and proud wills in Thy
2 Thy road is ready, Lord; Thy paths, made
straight, In longing expectation seem to wait The consecration of Thy beauteous feet; And hark ! hosannas loud Thy footsteps
greet. 3 Welcome, O welcome to our hearts, Lord !
here Thou hast a temple too, and full as dear As that in Zion, and as full of sin; How long shail thieves and robbers dwell
therein ? 4 Enter and chase them forth, and cleanse
face. 5 And then, if our stiff tongues shall silent be
In praises of Thy finish'd victory,
HIS MIRACLES. 287 Matt. xi. 5. L. M.
WATTS. 1 EHOLD the blind their sight receive;
The dumb speak wonders, and the lame
Leap like the hart, and bless His name. 2 Thus doth th' Eternal Spirit own
And seal the mission of the Son;
3 He dies,-the heavens in mourning stood;
He rises, and appears a God :
No more to bleed, no more to die. 4 Hence and for ever from my heart
I bid iny doubts and fears depart;
The glory of Thy perfect day;
And give Thyself unto our sight. 2 Lord, we do not ask to gaze
On our dim and earthly sun, But the light that still shall blaze
When every star its course hath run: The light that gilds Thy blest abode, The glory of the Lamb of God.
Psalm lxv. 7.
To the troubled waters, “Peace,”
Like another heaven was seen.
To the billows of the proud ;