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The virtues, all in Jesus met,
With mildest radiance shine.

2 To spread the rays of heavenly light,
To give the mourner joy,

To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was his divine employ.

3 Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,
He, meek and patient, stood;

His foes, ungrateful, sought his life,
Who labored for their good.

4 When in the hour of deep distress,
Before his Father's throne,

With soul resigned, he bowed, and said,
"Thy will, not mine, be done!'

5 Be Christ our pattern, and our guide,
His image may we bear!

Oh may we tread his holy steps,

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His joy and glory share!

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JESUS! exalted far on high,
To whom a name is given;
A name surpassing every name,
That's known in earth or heaven!
2 Before thy throne shall every knee
Bow down with one accord:
Before thy throne shall every tongue
Confess that thou art Lord.

3 Jesus! thou, in the form of God,
Didst equal honor claim;
Yet, to redeem our guilty souls,
Didst stoop to death and shame!

4 Oh! may that mind in us be formed,
Which shone so bright in thee;
An humble, meek, and lowly mind,
Fiom pride and envy free!

5 To others we would stoop, and learn
To emulate thy love;

So shall we bear thine image here,
And share thy throne above.

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C. M.

Nottingham. Peterboro'.

IN duties and in sufferings too,
Thy path, my Lord, I'd trace;

As thou hast done so would I do,

Depending on thy grace.

2 Inflamed with zeal, 'twas thy delight
To do thy Father's will;

Oh may that zeal my soul excite,
Thy precepts to fulfil.

3 Meekness, humility, and love,
Through all thy conduct shine;
Oh may my whole deportment prove
A copy, Lord, of thine.

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MAKE us, by thy transforming grace,
Dear Saviour, daily more like thee
Thy fair example may we trace,

To teach us what we ought to be!
2 Oh, how benevolent, and kind!
How mild-how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,

Uxbridge.

And these the rules by which we live.
3 To do his heavenly Father's will
Was his employment and delight;
Humility and holy zeal

Shone through his life divinely bright.
4 But ah! how blind!-how weak we are!
How frail!-how apt to turn aside!
Lord, we depend upon thy care,

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And ask thy Spirit for our guide.

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Christ suffering for our Sins.

LIKE sheep we went astray,
And broke the fold of God;

Each wandering in a different way,
But all the downward road.

2 How dreadful was the hour,
When God our wanderings laid,
And did at once his vengeance pour
Upon the Shepherd's head!

3 How glorious was the grace,

When Christ sustained the stroke!
His life and blood the Shepherd pays,
A ransom for the flock.

4 But God shall raise his head
O'er all the sons of men,

And make him see a numerous seed,
To recompense his pain.

5 "I'll give him," saith the Lord,
"A portion with the strong:
He shall possess a large reward,
And hold his honors long."

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Humiliation of Christ.

AND did the holy and the just,
The sovereign of the skies,

Medfield. Ferry.

Stoop down to wretchedness and dust,
That guilty man might rise!

2 Yes the Redeemer left his throne-
His radiant throne on high-
Surprising mercy!-love unknown!-
To suffer-bleed-and die.

3 To dwell with misery here below,
The Saviour left the skies,
And sunk to wretchedness and wo,
That worthless man might rise.
4 He took the dying traitor's place,
And suffered in his stead;

For sinful man-oh wondrous grace!-
For sinful man-he bled!

5 O Lord, what heavenly wonders dwell
In thine atoning blood!

By this are sinners saved from hell,
And rebels brought to God.

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C. M.

Dedham. Medford

JESUS! and didst thou leave the sky
For miseries, and for woes?

And didst thou bleed-and groan-and die,
For vile, rebellious foes?

2 Victorious love! what tongue can tell
The wonders of thy power,

Which conquered all the force of hell,
In that tremendous hour!

3 Is there a heart that will not bend
To thy divine control?-

Descend, O sovereign love, descend,
And melt that stubborn soul.

4 Come, dearest Lord, extend thy reign,
Till rebels rise no more:

Thy praise all nature then shall join,
And heaven and earth adore.

C. M.

109 Death of Christ on the Cross.

Aff BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind
Nailed to the shameful tree!

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How vast the love that him inclined
To bleed-and die for me!

St. Austin's.

2" My God," he cries-all nature shakes,
And earth's strong pillars bend!

The temple's vail in sunder breaks-
The solid marbles rend!

3 ""Tis finished-now the ransom's paid-
Receive my soul," he cries ;

Behold he bows his sacred head

He bows his head-and dies!

f" 4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine:

Aff O Lamb of God-was ever pain,
Was ever love like thine!

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L. M.

Medway. Middlebury.

STRETCHED on the cross, the Saviour dies;
Hark-his expiring groans arise!

See, from his hands-his feet-his side,
Descends the sacred-crimson tide!

2 And didst thou bleed-for sinners bleed?
And could the sun behold the deed?
No-he withdrew his cheering ray,
And darkness vailed the mourning day.
3 Can I survey this scene of wo,
Where mingling grief and mercy flow,
And yet my heart so hard remain,
As not to move with love or pain?
4 Come-dearest Lord, thy grace impart,
To warm this cold, this stupid heart,
Till all its powers and passions move
In melting grief, and ardent love.

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HARK! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary'

Greenville.

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See! it rends the rocks asunder-
Shakes the earth-and vails the sky!
"It is finished!"-

Hear the dying Saviour cry!

2" It is finished!"-oh, what pleasure
Do these charming words afford!
Heavenly blessings, without measure,
Flow to us through Christ the Lord!
"It is finished!"-

Saints, the dying words record!
3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs;
Join to sing the pleasing theme:
All in earth and heaven uniting,
Join to praise Immanuel's name:
Hallelujah!

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Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

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The Atonement the only Ground of Pardon.
IN vain we seek for peace with God
By methods of our own:

Blest Saviour, nothing but thy blood
Can bring us near the throne.
2 The threatenings of thy broken law
Impress the soul with dread:

If God his sword of vengeance draw,
It strikes the spirit dead.

3 But thy atoning sacrifice
Hath answered all demands;

And peace and parden from the skies
Come to us by thy hands.

4 'Tis by thy death we live, O Lord!
"Tis on thy cross we rest:

Forever be thy love adored,
Thy name forever blest.

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HOW shall the sons of men appear,
Great God, before thine awful bar?
How may the guilty hope to find
Acceptance with th' eternal mind?

Ralston.

2 Not vows, nor groans, nor broken cries,
Not the most costly sacrifice,
Not infant blood profusely spilt,
Will expiate a sinner's guilt.

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