1 CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ the true, the only light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Triumph o'er the shades of night;
Day-spring from on high, be near;
Day-star, in my heart appear.
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
If thy light is hid from me;
Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see;
Till thy inward light impart
Gladness to my eyes and heart.
3 Visit, then, this soul of mine,
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, radiant Sun divine!
Scatter all my unbelief:
More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.
1 ONE there is above all others,
Well deserves the name of Friend;
His is love beyond a brother's,
Costly-free- and knows no end.
Which of all our friends, to save us,
Could or would have shed his blood?
But this Savior died to have us
Reconciled in him to God.
2 When he lived on earth abased,
FRIEND OF SINNERS was his name;
Now, above all glory raised,
He rejoices in the same.
Oh, for grace our hearts to soften!
Teach us, Lord, at length to love;
We, alas! forget too often
What a Friend we have above.
1 SHALL he our teacher be,
Jesus the true, the good,
Whose stainless purity
The tempter's wiles withstood;
Or shall we trust in forms and creeds,
As refuge sure from evil deeds?
2 He bade us bless our foe,
And love return for hate,
Nor anger rudely show,
But in calm patience wait;
Thus shall our feet securely rest
Upon a rock, forever blest.
3 Jesus, how safe thy love
When storms of ill assail!
No fear our souls can move,
No raging foes prevail :
Thou hadst the power to still the wave,
And thou the trusting soul canst save.
1 THINK not the Prince of Peace
The world's tame flatterer came,
By compromise to soothe and please
lts carnal-minded train.
2 Not so could he redeem
Our lost and guilty race;
Not so complete the wondrous scheme
Of all-restoring grace.
3 Though harmless as a dove,
And reigning but to bless,
He wields a Spirit-sword in love,
That pierces every breast.
4 Truth is the flaming blade,
With which his faithful hand
Divides the living from the dead,
And cuts each hateful band.
Ye that feel temptation's power,
Your Redeemer's conflict see,
Watch with him one bitter hour,
Turn not from his griefs away,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2 Follow to the judgment-hall,
View the Lord of life arraigned;
O, the wormwood and the gall!
O, the pangs his soul sustained!
Shun not suffering, shame or loss,
Learn of him to bear the cross.
1 JESUS, and can it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of thee?
Scorned be the thought by rich and poor;
My soul shall scorn it more and more.
2 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I've no sins to wash away,
No tear to wipe, no joy to crave,
No fear to quell, no soul to save.
3 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear friend,
On whom my hopes of heaven depend?
No; when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.
4 Till then-nor is my boasting vain-
Till then I boast a Savior slain;
And O, may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me!
1 THE law by Moses came :
But peace and truth and love
Were brought by Christ, a nobler name,
Descending from above.
2 Amidst the house of God
Their different works were done ;
Moses a faithful servant stood,
But Christ a faithful Son.
3 Then to his new commands
Be strict obedience paid;
O'er all his Father's house he stands,
The sovereign and the head.
1 How beauteous were the marks divine,
That in thy meekness used to shine,
That lit thy lonely pathway, trod
In wondrous love, O Son of God!
2 O, who like thee, so calm, so bright,
So pure, so fraught with heavenly light?
O, who like thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woe?
3 O, who like thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men before?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,
So glorious in humility?
4 And death, which sets the prisoner free,
Was pang and scoff and scorn to thee;
Yet love through all thy torture glowed,
And mercy with thy life-blood flowed.
5 O, in thy light be mine to go,
Illuming all my way of woe;
And give me ever on the road
To trace thy footsteps, Son of God!
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