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 HINE arm, O Christ, in days of old
Was strong to heal and save ;
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;
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.
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 O 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,
Till we too change from grace to grace,
Gazing on that transfigured face.
4 O Master, it is good to be
Here on the Holy Mount with Thee;
When darkling in the depths of night,
When dazzled with excess of light,
We bow before the heavenly Voice
That bids bewildered souls rejoice;
Though love wax cold and faith be dim,
"This is My Son! oh, hear ye Him!"
Who loved me, and gave Himself for me.
Gal. 2. 20.
HY life was given for me,
Thy blood, O Lord, was shed,
That I might ransomed be,
And quickened from the dead;
Thy life was given for me;
What have I given for Thee?
2 Long years were spent for me
In weariness and woe,
That through eternity
Thy glory I might know;
Long years were spent for me;
Have I spent one for Thee?
3 Thy Father's home of light,
Thy rainbow-circled throne,
Were left for earthly night,
For wanderings sad and lone;
Yea, all was left for me;
Have I left aught for Thee?
4 Thou, Lord, hast borne for me
More than my tongue can tell
Of bitterest agony
To rescue me from hell;
Thou sufferedst all for me;
What have I borne for Thee?
5 And Thou hast brought to me
Down from Thy home above
Salvation full and free,
Thy pardon and Thy love;
Great gifts Thou broughtest me;
What have I brought to Thee?
60 let my life be given,
My years for Thee be spent ;
World-fetters all be riven,
And joy with suffering blent;
To Thee my all I bring
My Saviour and my King!
F. R. HAVERGAL. 1876..
1038 determined not to know anything among
you, save Jesus Christ, and Him crucified.-1 Cor. 2. 2.
H, come and mourn with me awhile;
Oh come, together let us mourn ;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified.
2 Have we no tears to shed for Him,
While soldiers scoff and Jews deride?
Ah! look how patiently He hangs;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified.
3 Seven times He spake, seven words of love,
And all three hours His silence cried,
For mercy on the souls of men!
Jesus, our Love, is crucified.
4 Come, let us stand beneath the Cross;
The fountain opened in His side
Shall purge our deepest stains away :
Jesus, our Love, is crucified.
5 A broken heart, a fount of tears,
Ask, and they will not be denied ;
A broken heart, love's offering is;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified.
6 O love of God! O sin of man!
In this dread act your strength is tried;
And Victory remains with love,
For He, our Love, is crucified.
1039 And sitting down they watched Him there.
1 THRONED upon the awful tree,
King of grief, I watch with Thee;
Darkness veils Thine anguished face,
None its lines of woe can trace,
None can tell what pangs unknown
Hold Thee silent and alone.
2 Silent through those three dread hours
Wrestling with the evil powers,
Left alone with human sin,
Gloom around Thee and within,
Till the appointed time is nigh,
Till the Lamb of God may die.
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