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And, when earthly things are past,
Bring our ransomed souls at last
Where they need no star to guide,

Where no clouds Thy glory hide.
5 In the heavenly country bright

Need they no created light;
Thou its Light, its Joy, its Crown,
Thou its Sun, which goes not down :
There for ever may we sing
Hallelujahs to our King !

W. C. DIX. 1859.

BEHOLD! the Son of God

THE LORD JESUS CHRIST:
HIS LIFE ON EARTH.

C.M. 1032 Made Himself of no reputation, and took on

Him the form of a servant. —Phil. 2. 7. 1

appears
To save from sin and woe;
He leaves His radiant throne on high,

To dwell with men below.
2 Clothing Himself with mortal flesh,

He flies to our relief;
Sorrows His chief acquaintance were,

And His companion, grief.
3 From Bethlehem's inn to Calvary's cross,

Affliction marked His road;
And many a weary step He took

To bring us back to God.
4 How keen the anguish and the smart

That pained His holy mind,
When all the powers of earth and hell

Against Him were combined.

5 How dark and awful was the hour

When on the cross He cried,
“ 'Tis finished,” the full ransom's paid;

Then bowed His head and died !

6 And did my Saviour thus expire,

Nailed to the accursed tree ?
To Him I give my

soul

away Who lived and died for me.

BAP. NEW SELECTION. 1828.

A

C.M. 1033

Strangers and pilgrims.--Heb. 11. 13. 1 PILGRIM through this lonely world,

The blessed Saviour passed; A mourner all His life was He,

A dying Lamb at last.
2 That tender heart that felt for all,

For all its life-blood gave ;
It found on earth no resting-place,

Save only in the grave.
3 Such was our Lord and shall we fear

The cross, with all its scorn ? Or love a faithless, evil wcrld,

That wreathed His brow with thorn ? 4 No! facing all its frowns or smiles,

Like Him obedient still, We homeward press, through storm or calm,

To Zion's blessed hill.

5 In tents we dwell amid the waste,

Nor turn aside to roam
In folly's path, nor seek our rest

Where Jesus had no home.

6 Dead to the world with Him who died

To win our hearts, our love, We, risen with our risen Head, In spirit dwell above.

SIR E. DENNY. 1848.

1034 Rabbi,

, ?

7s.

where dwellest Thou?

John 1. 38. 1

Lamb of God, 'tis Thee we seek;
For the wants which press us now
Other aid is all too weak.
Canst Thou take our sins away?
May we find repose in Thee ?
From the gracious lips to-day,

As of old, breathes, Come and see. 2 Master, where abidest Thou?

We would leave the past behind ;
We would scale the mountain's brow,
Learning more Thy heavenly mind.
Still a look is all our lore,
The transforming look to Thee:
From the Living Truth once more

Breathes the answer, Come and see. 3 Master, where abidest Thou?

How shall we Thine image best
Bear in light upon our brow,
Stamp in love upon our breast ?
Still a look is all our might ;
Looking draws the heart to Thee;
Sends us from the absorbing sight,

With the message, Come and see. 4 Master, where abidest Thou?

All the springs of life are low;

Sin and grief our spirits bow,
And we wait Thy call to go.
From the depths of happy rest,
Where the just abide with Thee,
From the voice which makes them blest,

Falls the summons, Come and see. 5 Christian, tell it to thy brother

From life's dawning to its end;
Every hand may clasp another,
And the loneliest bring a friend,
Till the veil is drawn aside
And, from where her home shall be,
Bursts on the enfranchised Bride
The triumphant, Come and see!

MRS. ELIZABETH CHARLES. 1864,

1035 And they brought unto Him all sick people,

and He healed them.—Matt. 4. 24. 1 ÕHINE arm, O Christ, in days of old

It triumphed o'er disease and death,

O’er darkness and the grave.
To Thee they went, the blind, the dumb,

The palsied and the lame,
The leper with his tainted life,

The sick with fevered frame. 2 And lo! Thy touch brought life and health

Gave speech and strength and sight;
And youth renewed and frenzy calmed

Owned Thee, the Lord of Light;
And now, O Lord, be near to bless,

Almighty, as of yore,
In crowded street, by restless couch,

As by Gennesareth's shore.

3 Be Thou our great Deliverer still,

Thou Lord of life and death;
Restore and quicken, soothe and bless,

With Thine Almighty breath ;
To hands that work, and eyes that see,

Give wisdom's heavenly lore,
That whole and sick, and weak and strong,
May praise Thee evermore.

E. H. PLUMPTRE. 1865. 1036 Master, it is good for us to be here.

Mark 9. 5. 1 0

MASTER, it is good to be

High on the mountain here with Thee,
Where stand revealed to mortal gaze
Those glorious saints of other days;
Who once received, on Horeb's height,
The eternal laws of truth and right,
Or caught the still, small whisper higher

Than storm, than earthquake, or than fire. 2 0 Master, it is good to be

With Thee and with Thy faithful Three
Here, where the Apostle's heart of rock
Is nerved against temptation's shock;
Here, where the Son of Thunder learns
The thought that breathes, the word that

burns ;
Here, where on eagle's wings we move

With him whose last best creed is Love. 3 O Master, it is good to be

Entranced, enwrapt, alone with Thee ;
And watch Thy glistening raiment glow
Whiter than Hermon's whitest snow;
The human lineaments that shine
Irradiant with a light Divine,

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