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3. Here springs of sacred pleasure rise,
To ease your ev'ry pain : Immortal fountain ! full supplies!
Nor shall you thirst in vain.
The gracious call obey.
And can you yet delay
To thee let sinners fly;
HYMN 127. C. M. 1. THE King of heav’n his table spreads, Not all the boasted joys of earth
Could such delight afford.
And endless life are givin;
To raise the soul to heav'n. 3. Ye hungry poor, who long have stray'd
In sin's dark mazes, come;
And grace will find you room. 4. Thousands of souls, in glory now,
Were fed and feasted here;
Around the board appear.
That thousands more may come;
O’erfill the spacious room.
Nor weak excuses frame,
And bless the founder's name.
HYMN 128 L. M. 1. My dear Redeemer, and my Lord !
But in thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.
Such def'rence to thy Father's will,
I would transcribe and make them mine. 3. Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witness'd the fervour of thy pray’r :
Thy conflict and thy vict'ry too! 4. Be thou my pattern ; let me bear
More of thy gracious image here.
HYMN 129. L. M.
Wisdom and meek simplicity.
And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife, On Jesus let us fix our eyes,
Bright pattern of the Christian life. 3. O how benevolent and kind!
How mild! how ready to forgive!
And these the rules by which we live. 4. To do his heav'nly Father's will,
Was his employment and delight:
Shone thro' his life divinely bright.
5. Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labours of his life were love. If then we love the Saviour's name, Let his divine example move!
HYMN 130. C. M. 1. BEHOLD, where in a mortal form
Appears each grace divine ! The virtues, all in Jesus met,
With mildest radiance shine,
To give the mourner joy,
Was his divine employ.
A friend and servant found,
And heal'd each bleeding wound.
Patient and meek he stood.
He labour'd for their good,
And still his task pursu'd; While humble pray’r and holy faith
His fainting strength renew'd.
Before his Father's throne,
“ Thy will, not mine, be done !"
His image may we bear!
may we tread his holy steps,
HYMN 131. L. M.
What were his works from day to day, But miracles of pow'r and grace, Which spread salvation thro' our race?
2. Teach us, O Lord! to keep in view
Thy pattern, and thy steps pursue.
Be witness’d by each rolling sun.
Who much receives, but nothing gives,
Creation's blot, creation's blank.
In gen’rous acts his radiant way,
HYMN 182. c. M.
Thy glory is my song;
With a blaspheming tongue.
Thy Son on earth was found,
They compassid him around.
Their peace he still pursu'd :
And evil for his good.
Yet with his dying breath
And bless'd his foes in death. 5. O may his conduct, all-divine,
To me a model prove!
HYMN 138. L. M.,
While horrors press'd on ev'ry 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,
And say, Thy will, not mine, be done.” 3. Thus our submissive souls would bow,
And, taught by Jesus, lie as low,
Would say, “ Thy will, not our's be done." 4. Then, though like him in dust we lie,
We'll view the blissful moment nigh,
VIII. SUFFERINGS AND DEATH
HYMN 134. s. M. 1. AUTHOR of life and bliss !
Thy goodness I adore.
And grace to love thee more! 2. First for this world, so fair,
My daily thanks shall rise; For ev'ry comfort, ev'ry joy,
Thy bounteous hand surplies, 3. But yet a nobļer cause
Demands, my warmest love.
Descending from above ?
He died, that we might live; Endur'd the sorrows of the cross,
Immortal hope to give. 5. Ah who can tell the scorn,
The dear Redeemer bore?