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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 ?"

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C. M.

Love to Christ.

DODDRIDGE.

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.

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MONTGOMERY.

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."

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L. M.

BACHE.

"See how he loved."

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!

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"It is finished."

STENNETT.

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.

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7s. M.

CRABBE.

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,

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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.

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C. M.

DUNCAN.

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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