3 "Can a woman's tender care Cease towards the child she bare? Yes, she may forgetful be, Yet will I remember thee.
4 "Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above, Deeper than the depths beneath, Free and faithful, strong as death. 5 "Thou shalt see my glory soon, When the work of grace is done; Partner of my throne shalt be;- Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me ?"
1 Do not I love thee, O my Lord? Behold my heart, and see;
And turn each worthless idol out, That dares to rival thee.
2 Is not thy name melodious still To my attentive ear?
Doth not each pulse with pleasure beat My Saviour's voice to hear?
3 Hast thou a lamb, in all thy flock, I would disdain to feed?
Hast thou a foe, before whose face I fear thy cause to plead?
4 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord; But, O, I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys, And learn to love thee more.
The Poor Way-faring Man.
1 A POOR way-faring man of grief, Hath often crossed me on my way, Who sued so humbly for relief, That I could never answer nay; I had no power to ask his name, Whither he went, or whence he came; Yet there was something in his eye, That won my love, I knew not why.
2 Once when my scanty meal was spread, He entered, not a word he spake,- Just perishing for want of bread.
I gave him all; He blessed, and brake, And ate, but gave me part again; Mine was an angel's portion then,- And while I fed with eager haste, The crust was manna to my taste.
3 I spied him where a fountain burst Clear from the rock,-his strength was gone; The heedless water mocked his thirst; He heard it, saw it hurrying on.
I ran and raised the sufferer up; Thrice from the stream he drained my cup, Dipped, and returned it running o'er;
I drank, and never thirsted more.
4 Then, in a moment, to my view The stranger started from disguise; The tokens in his hands I knew,- My SAVIOUR Stood before my eyes!
He spake, and my poor name he named: "Of me thou has not been ashamed; These deeds shall thy memorial be, Fear not, thou didst it unto me."
1 "SEE how he loved!" exclaimed the Jews, As tender tears from Jesus fell;
My grateful heart the thought pursues, And on the theme delights to dwell. 2 See how he loved,-who travelled on, Teaching the doctrine from the skies; Who bade disease and pain be gone, And called the sleeping dead to rise. 3 See how he loved,-who, firm, yet mild, Patient, endured the scoffing tongue; Though oft provoked, he ne'er reviled, Or did his greatest foe a wrong.
4 See how he loved,-who never shrank From toil or danger, pain or death; Who all the cup of sorrow drank, And meekly yielded up his breath.
5 Such love can we, unmoved, survey? O, may our breasts with ardor glow, To tread his steps, his laws obey, And thus our warm affections show!
1 ""Tis finished!" so the Saviour cried, And meekly bowed his head, and died: ""'T is finished!" yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the victory won.
2 T is finished!" all that heaven foretold By prophets in the days of old; And truths are opened to our view, That kings and prophets never knew.
3 T is finished!" Son of God, thy power Hath triumphed in this awful hour; And yet our eyes with sorrow see That life to us was death to thee.
The Christian Pilgrim.
1 PILGRIM, burdened with thy sin, Come the way to Zion's gate; There, till Mercy speaks within,
Knock and weep, and watch and wait, Knock-he knows the sinner's cry, Weep he loves the mourner's tears, Watch for saving grace is nigh, Wait till heavenly grace appears.
2 Hark; it is the Saviour's voice, Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest,'
Now within the gate rejoice,
Safe and owned, and bought and blessed;
Safe-from all the lures of vice, Own'd-by joys the contrite know, Bought by love, and life the price, Blest-the mighty debt to owe.
3 Holy pilgrim, what for thee
In a world like this remains? From thy guarded breast shall flee
Fear and shame, and doubt and pains; Fear the hope of heaven shall flee, Shame-from glory's view retire, Doubt-in full belief shall die,
Pain-in endless bliss expire.
The Glorification of Christ.
1 ALL hail the power of Jesus' name! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him-Lord of all.
2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, A remnant weak and small; Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him-Lord of all.
3 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him-Lord of all.
4 O! that, with yonder sacred throng, We at his feet may fall;
We'll join the everlasting song, And crown him-Lord of all.
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