2 Legions of angels strong and fair In countless armies shine, And swell His praise with golden harps, 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." 4 While He did condescend on earth They cast their honours at His feet, 5 Through all His travels here below, Oft wondering how and where at last 6 They saw His heart, transfixed with wounds, 7 They brought His chariot from above, Then swept their golden harps, and sang, "The glorious work is done!" 283 Matt. vill. 20. 1 2 6.10. MONSELL BIRDS have their quiet nests, Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed; All creatures have their rest, But Jesus had not where to lay His head. 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 4 5 6 7 I who once made Him grieve; For His meek brow the cruel crown of thorn : O why should I have peace? Why? but for that unchang'd, undying love, Which would not, could not cease, Until it made me heir of joys above. Yes, but for pard'ning grace, I feel I never should in glory see The brightness of that face, Let the birds seek their nest, Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed; Come, Saviour, in my breast Deign to repose Thine oft-rejected head. 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 1 'ER the dark wave of Galilee And on the waters drearily fast; 2 The weary bird hath left the air, 3 Still near the lake, with weary tread, And on His lone unshelter'd head 4 Why seeks He not a home of rest? 5 Such was the lot He freely chose, 285 1 Matt. v. 1, 2. L. M. BOWRING. H From lips of gentleness and grace; OW sweetly flow'd the gospel's sound When listening thousands gathered round, 3 "Come, wanderers, to my Father's home, 4 Decay, these tenements of dust! 286 Mark xi. 15-19. 1 Cor. ili. 17. 4 10's. ESCEND to Thy Jerusalem, O Lord! accord; Come, ride in triumph on; behold we lay Our guilty lusts and proud wills in Thy way. 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 the floor; Destroy their strength, that they may never more Profane with traffic vile that holy place Which Thou hast chosen, there to set Thy face. 5 And then, if our stiff tongues shall silent be In praises of Thy finish'd victory, The temple stones shall cry, and loud repeat Hosanna! and Thy glorious footsteps greet. 287 1 BE HIS MIRACLES. Matt. xi. 5. L. M. WATTS. EHOLD 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. 2 Thus doth th' Eternal Spirit own 3 He dies, the heavens in mourning stood; 288 Luke xviii. 35-42. HEBER. ORD, we sit and cry to Thee, 7.7.7.8.8.8. 1L Like the blind beside the way; Make our darken'd souls to see The glory of Thy perfect day; 2 Lord, we do not ask to gaze On our dim and earthly sun, 289 Psalm lxv. 7. 1 8 7's. MILMAN. LORD, Thou didst arise and say, To the troubled waters, "Peace," 2 Lord, Thy gracious word repeat |