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2 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.

3 "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.

4 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.

-^40 (199) L.M. Medley. 1800.

NOW 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 I
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.

<c40 (70) L.M. Watts. 1709.

MY dear Redeemer and my Lord!
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.

247 L.M. A. C. Coxe. 1848.

HOW beauteous were the marks divine, 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!


6-7s. Montgomery. 1825.

/^j O to dark Gethsemane,

\JT 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.
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.
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.
Early hasten to the tomb,

Where they laid His breathless clay,
All is solitude and gloom:

Who hath taken Him away 1
Christ is risen !—He meets our eyes.
Saviour, teach us so to rise.


CM. Watts. 1709.

ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed?
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head

For such a worm as I?
Was it for crimes that I have done

He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!

And love beyond degree!
Well might the sun in darkness hide,

And shut His glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died

For man, the creature's sin.
Thus might I hide my blushing face,

While His dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,

And melt mine eyes to tears.
But drops of grief can ne'er repay

The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away;

'Tis all that I can do.


CM. P. J. Wright. 1860.

THE Lord of Glory left His throne,
His royal throne on high,
That He for sins might once atone,

A Man of Sorrows die.
At midnight, in Gethsemane,

He sweats great drops of blood,
The Man of Sorrows bends His knee,

And meekly pleads with God.
Uplifted on Mount Calvary,

With anguish deep, He cries,
"My God, Thou hast forsaken Me;"

The Man of Sorrows dies.
O Man of Sorrows! look on me,

In mercy save my soul!
That I may glory give to Thee,

While endless ages roll.


(46) 7s & 6s. C. Wesley. 1745.

JESUS drinks the bitter cup,
The wine-press treads alone;
Tears the graves aud mountains up,

By His expiring groan;
Lo! the powers of heaven He shakes;
Nature in convulsions lies;
Earth's profoundest centre quakes;
The great Jehovah dies!

Well may heaven be clothed in black,

And solemn sackcloth wear,
Jesu's agonies partake,

The hour of darkness share:
Mourn the' astonish'd hosts above;
Silence saddens all the skies;
Kindler of seraphic love,

The God of angels dies!

0 my God! He dies for me,

I feel the mortal smart!
See Him hanging on the tree,—

A sight that breaks my heart I
Oh, that all to Thee might turn!
Sinners, ye may love Him too;
Look on Him ye pierced, and mourn

For One who bled for you!

Weep o'er your desire and hope,
With tears of humblest love:

Sing, for Jesus is gone up,
And reigns enthroned above;

Lives our Head, to die no more;

Power is all to Jesus given,—

Worshipped as He was before,
The' Immortal King of heaven.

Lord, we bless Thee for Thy grace

And truth, which never fail;
Hastening to behold Thy face,

Without a dimming veil,

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