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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
To suffer scorn and pain,

They cast their honours at His feet,
And waited in His train.

5 Through all His travels here below,
They did His steps attend;

Oft wondering how and where at last
The mystic scene would end.

6 They saw His heart, transfixed with wounds,
With love and grief run o'er:
They saw Him break the bars of death,
Which none e'er brake before.

7 They brought His chariot from above,
To bear Him to His throne;

Then swept their golden harps, and sang, "The glorious work is done!"

283 Matt. vill. 20.

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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
His breast.

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I who once made Him grieve;
I who once bade His gentle spirit mourn;
Whose hand essay'd to weave

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,
That once was pale and agonis'd for me.

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
Descends the fitful evening blast.

fast;

2 The weary bird hath left the air,
And sunk into his shelter'd nest;
The wandering beast has sought his lair,
And laid him down to welcome rest.

3 Still near the lake, with weary tread,
Lingers a form of human kind;

And on His lone unshelter'd head
Blows the chill night-damp of the wind.

4 Why seeks He not a home of rest?
Why seeks He not a pillow'd bed?
Beasts have their dens, the bird its nest;
He hath not where to lay His head.

5 Such was the lot He freely chose,
To bless, to save the human race;
And through His poverty there flows
A rich, full stream of heavenly grace.

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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,
And joy and reverence fill'd 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,
Unveiling an immortal day.

3 "Come, wanderers, to my Father's home,
Come all ye weary ones, and rest!"
Yes! gracious Saviour, we will come,
Obey Thee, love Thee, and be bless'd.

4 Decay, these tenements of dust!
Pillars of earthly pride, decay!
A nobler mansion waits the just,
And Jesus has prepared the way.

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Mark xi. 15-19. 1 Cor. ili. 17. 4 10's.
JER. TAYLOR.*

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.

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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
And seal the mission of the Son;
The Father vindicates His cause,
While He hangs bleeding on the cross.

3 He dies, the heavens in mourning stood;
He rises, and appears a God:
Behold the Lord ascending high,
No more to bleed, no more to die.
4 Hence and for ever from my heart
I bid any doubts and fears depart;
And to those hands my soul resign
Which bear credentials so divine.

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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;
O Lord, rebuke our sullen night,
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.

289 Psalm lxv. 7.

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8 7's.

MILMAN.

LORD, Thou didst arise and say,

To the troubled waters, "Peace,"
And the tempest died away;
Down they sank, the foamy seas;
And a calm and heaving sleep
Spread o'er all the glassy deep;
All the azure lake serene
Like another heaven was seen.

2 Lord, Thy gracious word repeat
To the billows of the proud;
Quell the tyrants' martial heat,
Quell the fierce and changing crowd:

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