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,
His joy and glory share!
1 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,
From 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.
C. M. Nottingham. Peterboro.
1 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.
1 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,
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,
And ask thy Spirit for our guide.
Christ suffering for our Sins,
1 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."
1 AND did the holy and the just,
The sovereign of the skies,
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.
1 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.
Death of Christ on the Cross.
Aff 1 BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind
Nailed to the shameful tree!
How vast the love that him inclined
To bleed-and die for me!
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!
f11 4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine:
O Lamb of God-was ever pain,
Was ever love like thine!
1 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 veiled 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 warn this cold, this stupid heart,
Till all its powers and passions move
In melting grief, and ardent love.
1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary!
See! it rends the rocks asunder-
Shakes the earth-and veils 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!
Glory to the bleeding Lamb!
Medfield. Ely.
The Atonement the only Ground of Pardon.
1 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 pardon from the skies
Come to us by thy hands.
4 'Tis by thy death we live, O Lord!
"Tis on thy cross we rest:
For ever be thy love adored,
Thy name for ever blest.
1 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?
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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