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.

2. To spread the rays of heav'nly 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. 'Midst 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 pray'r and holy faith
His fainting strength renew'd.

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

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

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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 131. L. M.

HEN Jesus dwelt in mortal clay,

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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.
Let alms bestow'd, let kindness done
Be witness'd by each rolling sun.

3. That man may last, but never lives,
Who much receives, but nothing gives,
Whom none can love, whom none can thank,
Creation's blot, creation's blank.

4. But he, who marks from day to day
In gen'rous acts his radiant way,
Treads the same path his Saviour trod,
The path to glory and to God.

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HYMN 132. c. M.

GOD of my mercy and my praise!
Thy glory is my song;

Though sinners speak against thy grace
With a blaspheming tongue.

2. When in the form of mortal man
Thy Son on earth was found,
With cruel slanders, false and vain,
They compass'd him around.

3. Their mis'ries his compassion mov'd;
Their peace he still pursu❜d:
They render'd hatred for his love,
And evil for his good.

4. Their malice rag'd without a cause;
Yet with his dying breath

He pray'd for murderers on his cross,
And bless'd his foes in death.

5. O may his conduct, all-divine,
To me a model prove!

Like his, O God! my heart incline
My enemies to love.

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HYMN 133. L. M.,

ATHER divine," the Saviour cried,
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, 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 our's be done.' 4. Then, though like him in dust we lie, We'll view the blissful moment nigh, Which, from our portion in his pains, Calls to the joy in which he reigns,

VIII.

SUFFERINGS AND DEATH OF CHRIST.

HYMN 134. s. M.

1. AUTHOR of life and bliss!
Thy goodness I adore.

O give me strength to speak thy praise,
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 supplies.
3. But yet a nobler cause

Demands my warmest love.
Can words describe the wondrous gift
Descending from above?

4. The Saviour dwelt on earth;
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?

Or who describe the mental grief,
Which his blest bosom tore?

6. Low in the grave he lay,

While darkness veil'd the skies.

But lo!-he bursts the bands of death;
To glory see him rise!

7. Father! this work is thine;

For us thou gav'st thy Son.
O may we all devoted be

And live to thee alone!

HYMN 135. c. M.

1. "NOW, in the hour of deep distress,
My God, support thy Son.

When horrors dark my soul oppress,
O leave me not alone!"

2. Thus did our suff'ring Saviour pray,
With mighty cries and tears.

God heard him in that dreadful day,
And chas'd away his fears.

3. Great was the virt'ry of his death:
His throne exalted stands;

And all the nations of the earth
Shall bow to his commands.

4. The meek and humble souls shall see
His table richly spread;
And all, that seek the Lord, shall be
With joys immortal fed!

HYMN 136. L. M.

1. COME, let our mournful songs record
The dying sorrows of our Lord.
When he expir'd in shame and blood,
Like one forsaken of his God.

2. The Jews beheld him thus forlorn,

And shook their heads, and laugh'd in scorn; "He rescu❜d others from the grave;

Now let him try himself to save."

3. O harden'd people! cruel priests!

How they stood round like savage beasts!

Like lions gaping to devour,

When God had left him in their pow'r!

4. They wound his head, his hands, his feet, 'Till streams of blood each other meet; By lot his garments they divide,

And mock the pangs in which he died. 5. But, gracious God! thy pow'r and love Have made his death a blessing prove. Tho' once upon the cross he bled, Immortal honours crown his head. 6. Thro' Christ thy Son our guilt forgive, And let the mourning sinner live! The Lord will hear us in his name; Nor shall our hope be turn'd to shame.

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HYMN 137. L. M.

WAS for our sake, eternal God, Thy Son sustain'd that heavy load Of base reproach and sore disgrace, And shame defil'd his sacred face.

2. The Jews, his brethren and his kin, Abus'd him when he check'd their sin; While he fulfill'd thy holy laws, They hate him, but without a cause. 3. Zeal for the temple of his God Consum'd his life, expos'd his blood; Reproaches at thy glory thrown

He felt, and mourn'd them as his own. 4. His friends forsook, his foll'wers fled, While foes and arms surround his head. They nail him to the shameful tree; There hung my Lord, who died for me. 5. But God his Father heard his cry; Rais'd from the dead, he reigns on high; The nations learn his righteousness, And humble sinners taste his grace.

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HYMN 188. c. M.

HE Saviour, what a noble flame
Was kindled in his breast,

When, hasting to Jerusalem,
He march'd before the rest!