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Knees and hearts to Him we bow;
Of our flesh and of our bone,
Jesus is our Brother now,

And God is all our own.

ATHER, our hearts we lift,
Up to Thy gracious throne,

And bless Thee for the precious gift
Of Thine Incarnate Son:
The gift unspeakable

We thankfully receive,

And to the world Thy goodness tell,
And to Thy glory live.

2 A peace on earth He brings,
Which never more shall end;
The Lord of hosts, the King of kings,
Declares Himself our Friend;
Assumes our flesh and blood,
That we His Spirit may gain:
The everlasting Son of God,
The mortal Son of man.
3 His kingdom from above,
He doth to us impart,

And pure benevolence and love,
O'erflow the faithful heart :
Changed in a moment we
The sweet attraction find,
With open arms of charity
Embracing all mankind.

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C. WESLEY. 1790.

JESUS, Thee Thy works proclaim

Omnipotently good;

Moses Thy forerunner came,

And mighty works he show'd:
Minister of wrath divine,

His wonders plagued the sinful race:
Works of purest love are Thine,
And miracles of grace.

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3

4

All Thy cures are mysteries,
And prove Thy power to heal
Every sickness and disease

Which now our spirits feel:
Good Physician of mankind,
Thou wilt repeat Thy sovereign word,
Chase the evils of our mind,

And speak our souls restored.
Who of other help despair,

And would Thy word receive,
Us Thou mak'st Thy tenderest care,
And kindly dost relieve:

Every soul-infirmity,

And plague of heart, Thou dost remove;
Heal'st whoe'er apply to Thee,
With balm of bleeding love.

Still Thou go'st about to teach,
And desperate souls to cure;
Still Thou dost the kingdom preach
Which always shall endure;
Publishest the power of grace,
Which pardon and salvation brings,
Saves our fallen dying race,

And makes us priests and kings.

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OW in a song of grateful praise,
To my dear Lord my voice I'll raise,
With all His saints I'll join to tell,
My Jesus has done all things well.

2 All worlds His glorious power confess;
His wisdom all His works express :
But oh! His love, what tongue can tell!
My Jesus has done all things well.
3 How sovereign, wonderful, and free,
Has been His love to sinful me!
This plucked me from the jaws of hell:
My Jesus has done all things well.

4 And since my soul has known His love,
What mercies has He made me prove!
Mercies which do all praise excel :
My Jesus has done all things well.
5 Soon shall I pass the vale of death,
And in His arms shall lose my breath;
Yet then my happy soul shall tell
My Jesus has done all things well.
6 And when to that bright world I rise,
And join the anthems in the skies;
Above the rest this note shall swell,
My Jesus has done all things well.

MY

I read my duty in Thy word;
But in Thy life the law appears
Drawn out in living characters.

2 Such was Thy truth, and such Thy zeal,
Such deference to Thy Father's will;
Such love, and meekness so divine,

I would transcribe, and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Witnessed the fervour of Thy prayer; The desert Thy temptations knew, Thy conflict, and Thy victory too. 4 Be Thou my pattern; make me bear More of Thy gracious image here ; Then God, the Judge, shall own my name Amongst the followers of the Lamb.

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OW beauteous were the marks divine,

HOW

That in Thy meekness used to shine; That lit Thy lonely pathway, trod

In wondrous love, O Lamb of God!

2 O, who like Thee-so calm, so bright, Thou Son of man, Thou Light of Light ;O, who like Thee did ever go

So patient through a world of woe?

3 O, who like Thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high?
So glorious in humility?

4 E'en death which sets the prisoner free,
Was pang and scoff and scorn to Thee;
Yet love through all Thy torture glowed,
And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed.
5 Oh, in Thy light be mine to go,
Illuming all my way of woe!
And give me ever on the road
To trace Thy footsteps, O my God!

O to dark Gethsemane,

MONTGOMERY. 1825.

Ye that feel the tempter's power;
Your Redeemer's conflict see:

Watch with Him one bitter hour:
Turn not from His griefs away:
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2 Follow to the judgment-hall,

View the Lord of Life arraigned.
O the wormwood and the gall!

O the pangs His soul sustained !
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss:
Learn of Him to bear the cross.
3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
There, adoring at His feet,
Mark that miracle of time,-
God's own sacrifice complete.
"It is finished !"-hear the cry:
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

4 Early hasten to the tomb,

Where they laid His breathless clay,

All is solitude and gloom :

Who hath taken Him away?

Christ is risen !-He meets our eyes.
Saviour, teach us so to rise.

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LAS! and did my Saviour bleed?
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I ?

2 Was it for crimes that I have done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut His glories in,

When Christ, the mighty Maker, died
For man, the creature's sin.

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While His dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.

5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;

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Here, Lord, I give myself away;
"Tis all that I can do.

THE

THE Lord of Glory left His throne,
His royal throne on high,

That He for sins might once atone,
A Man of Sorrows die.

2 At midnight, in Gethsemane,

He sweats great drops of blood,
The Man of Sorrows bends His knee,
And meekly pleads with God.

3 Uplifted on Mount Calvary,

With anguish deep, He cries,
"My God, Thou hast forsaken Me;"
The Man of Sorrows dies.

4 O Man of Sorrows! look on me,
In mercy save my soul !

That I may glory give to Thee,
While endless ages roll.