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HYMN CLXII. C. M.

The same subject.

1 Behold! where, in a mortal form,
Appears each grace divine;
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 Lowly in heart, to all his friends
A friend and servant found,

He wash'd their feet, he wip'd their tears,
And heal'd each bleeding wound.

4 'Mid keen reproach and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek he stood,

His foes ungrateful sought his life,-
He labour'd for their good.

5 To God he left his righteous cause,
And still his task pursu'd,

While humble prayer, and holy faith,
His fainting strength renew'd.

6 In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his Father's throne,

With soul resign'd, he bow'd, and said
Thy will, not mine, be done!'

7 Be Christ our pattern and our guide!
His image may we bear!
O may we tread his holy steps,

His joy and glory share!

HYMN CLXIII. L. M.

Christ our exemplar.

1 Bless'd Jesus, how divinely bright!
In thee each heavenly virtue shone,
When for our sakes incarnate here,
How justly styl'd the Holy One.'

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2 With what a strong and vivid flame,
Did thy devotion ever rise?

While each revolving day and night,
Witness'd thy visits to the skies.

3 The guiltless spirit, and the mind,
From pride, from passion ever free,
Patient, and just, and pure, and kind,
Are faint descriptions, Lord, of thee.
4 Fain would I wear thy lovely form,
And in each sacred virtue shine;
O! may thy spirit on my soul,
Deep trace the portraiture divine!

5 Thou blessed sun, with quick'ning rays,
Pervade this cold and flinty breast;
Kindle up life through all my powers,
And be my guide to endless rest.

6 Yes, dear Redeemer, let thy love
And power, these sacred gifts impart ;
I'll tune to thee the song of praise,
With glowing gratitude of heart.

7 The list'ning earth shall learn thy name, Approve, and echo to my lay;

Angels and saints prolong the theme
With joy, through one eternal day.

HYMN CLXIV. L.M.

Christ's submission to his Father's will.

1 Father divine,' the Saviour cried,
While horrors press'd on every side,
And prostrate on the ground he lay,
'Remove this bitter cup away.

2 'But if these pangs must still be borne,
And stripes, and wounds, and cruel scorn,
I bow my soul before thy throne,
And say-Thy will, not mine, be done.'

3 Thus our submissive souls would bow,
And, taught by Jesus, lie as low;
Our hearts, and not our lips alone
Would say,- Thy will, not ours, be done.

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Christ's Regard for little children.

1 See Israel's gentle shepherd stand
With all-engaging charms;
Hark, how he calls the tender lambs,
And folds them in his arms.

2 Permit them to approach,' he cries,
Nor scorn their humble name;
For 'twas to bless such souls as these,
The Lord of angels came.'

3 We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands,
And yield them up to thee;
Joyful, that we ourselves are thine,
Thine let our offspring be.

4 Ye little flock, with pleasure fear:
Ye children, seek his face;
And fly with transport to receive
The blessings of his grace.

5 If orphans they are left behind,
Thy guardian care we trust;
That care shall heal our bleeding hearts,
If weeping o'er their dust.

HYMN CLXVI. L.M.

Hymn for baptism.

1 This child we dedicate to thee, O God of grace and purity!

Shield it from sin and threat'ning wrong,
And let thy love its life prolong.

2 O may thy spirit gently draw
Its willing soul to keep thy law;
May virtue, piety and truth,

Dawn even with its dawning youth.

3 We too, before thy gracious sight,
Once shared the blest baptismal rite,
And would renew its solemn vow
With love, and thanks, and praises now.
4 Grant that with true and faithful heart,
We still may act the christian's part,
Cheer'd by each promise thou hast given,
And lab'ring for the prize in heaven.
5 Thou God and Father of us all,
O let thy blessing on us fall,
Teach us a grateful life to live,
And still thy daily mercies give.
6 But first that richest gift impart,
The faith of an obedient heart,
Fast bound to Jesus Christ in love,
And rip'ning for the joys above.

HYMN CLXVII. C. M.

Institution of the Lord's supper.

1 'Twas on that dark, and doleful night, When powers of earth and hell arose,

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