There's not a gift his hand bestows
But cost his heart a groan.

3 This was compassion worthy God,
That when the Saviour knew
The price of pardon was his blood,
His pity ne'er withdrew.

4 Now though he reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great;
Well he remembers Calvary,
Nor let his saints forget.

5 Here let our hearts begin to melt,
While we his death record;

And, with our joy for pardoned guilt,
Mourn that we pierced the Lord.

239 DANIEL vii. 13, 14. Matthew xxvi. 64.

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10. 11.

HOW
OW glorious the Lamb is seen on his

throne!

His labors are o'er, his conquests are won; A kingdom is given into the Lamb's hand, In earth and in heaven for ever to stand.

2 Ye sinners below then trust to the Lord; Look up to his arm, his honor, his word: Athirst for his favor, his Godhead adore, Look up to your Saviour, and joy evermore.

240

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HOW

OW long, O Lord? wilt thou in wrath
For ever frown on Israel's path?

Is all that tender mercy gone

Which saved them once from Babylon? 2 Long, while the nations lay in night, One city shone with holy light,

The good man's joy, the prophet's theme,
It was thine own Jerusalem,

3 Those glorious hours have passed away,
The gold is dross, the iron clay;

And where thy saints and prophets knelt,
For ages have the godless dwelt.

4 They who were guided by thy hand,
Now roam unblest through every land;
Hated and scorned, as though they ne'er
Had known thy love, or felt thy care.
5 Righteous art thou-although they drain,
E'en to the dregs, the cup of pain;
Yet shall thy wrath for ever burn?
Return to them, O God return.

6 Chastened and scourged, they wander on,
Forget thy law, and hate thy Son;
Oh, let thine anger cease to burn,
Return to them, O God, return.
7 That were surpassing joy, to see
Israel again beloved by thee;

And contrite millions join to bless

The Lord, their strength and righteousness.

8 And hast thou not thy promise past,
To give them to thy Son at last?
Oh, let the blessed moment come,
And bring thy guilty wanderers home.

241

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PSALM CXIX 105.

HOW
OW precious is the book divine,

By inspiration given!

Bright as a lamp its counsels shine,
To guide our steps to heaven.

2 That lamp of truth through all the night
Of life, shall mark our way;
Till we behold the clearer light
Of an eternal day.

242 LUKE xiv. 15-24.-xv. 22, 23,
HOW
OW rich are thy provisions, Lord,

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Thy table furnished from above!

C. M.

L. M.

The fruits of life o'erspread the board, The cup o'erflows with heavenly love. 2 We are the poor, the blind. the lame, And help was far, and death was nigh; But at the Gospel-call we came, And every want received supply. 3 From the highway that leads to hell, From paths of darkness and despair, We came with thee, O God, to dwell, Through Christ thy gifts and love to share. 4 What shall we render to the Son, That left his bright and blessed abode,

And to this wretched world came down,
To bring us wanderers back to God?
5 His death alone could save our lives,
To buy our souls it cost his own;
And all the unknown joys he gives
Were bought with agonies unknown.
6 Our everlasting love is due

To him who ransomed sinners lost,
And rescued us, although he knew
The sufferings which his love would cost.

243

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HOW

OW shall the young secure their hearts,
And guard their lives from sin?

Thy word the choicest rules imparts
To keep the conscience clean.

2 When once it enters to the mind,
It spreads such light abroad,
The meanest souls instruction find,
And raise their thoughts to God.

3 "Tis, like the sun, a heavenly light,
That guides us all the day;
And through the dangers of the night,
A lamp to lead our way.

4 Thy word is everlasting truth,
How pure is every page!

The surest guide throughout our youth,
Our best support in age.

244

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HOW

PHILIPPIANS ii. 5 I PETER ii. 21,
OW shall we follow him we serve?
How shall we copy him we love?
Nor from those blessed footsteps swerve,
Which lead us to his seat above?

L. M.

2 Privations, sorrows, bitter scorn, The life of toil, the mean abode, The faithless kiss, the crown of thorn, Are these the consecrated road? 3 'Twas thus he suffered, though a Son, Foreknowing, choosing, feeling all; Until the perfect work was done, And he had drunk the cup of gall. 4 Lord, should our paths through suffering lie, Forbid that we should e'er repine; Still let us turn to Calvary,

Nor heed our griefs, remembering thine. 5 Oh, let us think how thou didst leave Untasted many a pure delight,

To fast, to strive, to faint, to grieve, To toil by day, and watch by night. 6 Thou cam'st to suffer all for us,

Not with Earth's joys thyself to please;
And since thou lov'st thy people thus,
Shall we not love thee more than these?
7 Yes, we would count them all but loss,
Faithful to thee until we die;

Flesh shrinks and trembles at the cross,
But thou canst give the victory.