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· Followers of the Lord! LORD and Master of us all,
3 Our thoughts lie open to Thy sight; Whate'er our name or sign,
And naked to Thy glance
Of Thy pure countenance. mp 2 Thou judgest us: Thy purity
m 4 Yet, weak and blinded though we be, Doth all our lusts condemn;
Thou dost our service own;
We bring our varying gifts to Thee,
And Thou rejectest none.
All labour vainly done;
Is better than the sun.
· Who, when He was reviled, reviled not again ; when He suffered, He threatened not?
WHAT grace, O Lord, and beauty shone
Around Thy steps below!
Thy life and death of woe!
A weight of sorrow hung,
Escaped Thy silent tongue.
Thy friends unfaithful prove:
Thy heart could only love.
Like Thee, O Lord, to grieve
The wrongs that we receive.
8. 8 In us, Thy brethren, see
A - men. That gentleness and grace that spring
8 8 From union, Lord, with Thee.
* Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus.'
ORD, as to Thy dear cross we flee,
So let Thy life our pattern be,
And form our souls for heaven.
2 Help us, through good report and ill,
Our daily cross to bear,
Our brethren’s griefs to share.
Our earthliness refine,
As free and true as Thine.
And grief's dark day come on,
We, in our turn, would meekly cry,
'Father, Thy will be done.'
Or brethren faithless prove,
To conquer them by love.
Forgiving and forgiven,
And follow Thee to heaven.
Whosoever doth not bear his cross, and come after Me, cannot be My disciple.'
COW shall I follow Him I serve?
How shall I copy Him I love,
Which lead me to His seat above ?
The life of toil, the mean abode,
Are these the consecrated road ?
Foreknowing, choosing, feeling all,
Until the perfect work was done,
Forbid it I should e'er repine ;
Nor heed my griefs, remembering Thine.
Thou camest, not Thyself to please;
8 8 6 Yes! I would count them all but loss,
That I may follow after Thee;
A - men.