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To make thy bed shall condescend,
And from the affliction take the curse. 5 Should'st thou a moment's absence mourn;
Should some short darkness intervene;
Hangs at the mother's breast, Safe folded in her anxious arms,
Receiving food and rest: 2 And, while through many a painful path
The trav’lling parent speeds,
Lies still, and yet proceeds.
He fondly strives to fling His little arms about her neck,
And seems to closer cling.
Preserves thee first and last;
Are those that hold thee fast.
And hear his secret call,
And let the Lord be all. 6 “Keep close to me, thou helpless sheep;" The Shepherd softly cries.
“Lord, tell me what 'tis close to keep," :
The listening sheep replies. 7 “Thy whole dependance on me fix; . • Nor entertain a thought Thy worthless schemes with mine to mix,
But venture to be nought. 8 “Fond self-direction is a shelf;
Thy strength, thy wisdom flee:
Thou then art close to me."
C. M. " Who hath despised the day of small things ?" The Lord that made both heaven and earth,
And was himself made man,
Contracted to a span.
Our great salvation rose!
But who his weakness knows?
Their faith, though small, is true;
Their Saviour seem'd so too.
For, O what tongue can tell
Before he vanquish'd hell!
In wisdom, stature, grace,
Christ in the Garden,
COME hither, ye that fain would know
And tell me what it all can mean. 2 Behold the darling Son of God
Bow'd down with horror to the ground,
in tears of sorrow drown'd! 3 See how the victim panting lies,
His soul with bitter anguish press'd!
Dismay'd, dejected, shock'd, distress'd! 4 What pangs are these that tear his heart?
What burden's this that's on him laid?
of smart? What makes our Maker hang his head? 5 'Tis Justice, with its iron rod,
Inflicting strokes of wrath divine;
Incensed at all your sins and mine. 6 Deep in his breast our names were cut;
He undertook our desperate debt:
He could but just sustain the weight. 7 Then let us not ourselves deceive;
For, while of sin we lightly deem,
WHEN faith to Sinai looks,
It fills the heart with dread;
That strikes the sinner dead. 2 And when by faith we trace
Christ is the only way,
We for the blessing pray.
As my atoning Priest,
And sets the heart at rest. 4 How precious is the faith,
That God to Zion gives;
C. N. For a Believer in great Darkness and Distress. Why so cast down, dejected soul?
A loving Christ is near; Thy broken bones he can make whole,
And drooping spirit cheer. 2 If guilty stings thy conscience feel,
And pierce thee through and through, Yet past backslidings Christ can heal,'}
And love thee freely too. 3 If justice draw its flaming sword,
And seems intent to kill;
On Jesus call, and trust his word,
And thou shalt praise him still. 4 Thy soul with tempests may be toss'd,
And Satan sorely thrust;
Who makes the Lord his trust.
And Calvary's peace impart, Display the power of saving grace, ,
And cheer a troubled heart.
And whisper in his ear,
The Day of Pentecost.
Descended from above.
And shed abroad God's love.
And sat on every one.
His word to Jews alone.