How beauteous were the marks divine,
That in thy meekness used to shine,
That lit thy lonely pathway, trod
In wondrous love, O Son of God !
2 Oh, who like thee so calm, so bright,
So pure, so made to live in light?
Oh, who like thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woe?
3 Oh, who like thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,
So glorious in humility?
4 And 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, Son of God!
FATHER of eternal grace!
Glorify thyself in me;
Meekly beaming in my face
May the world thine image sce.
2 Happy only in thy love,
Poor, unfriended or unknown;
Fix
my thoughts on things above,
Stay my heart on thee alone.
3 Humble, holy, all resigned
To thy will-thy will be done!
Give me, Lord! the perfect mind
Of thy well-beloved Son.
4 Counting gain and glory loss,
May I tread the path he trod;
Die with Jesus on the cross,
Rise with him, to thee, my God!
THOU art the way;-to thee alone
From sin and death we flee;
And he, who would the Father seek,
Must seek him, Lord! by thee.
2 Thou art the truth;-thy word alone
True wisdom can impart;
Thou only canst inform the mind,
And purify the heart.
3 Thou art the life;—the rending tomb
Proclaims thy conquering arm;
And those, who put their trust in thee,
Nor death nor hell shall harm.
4 Thou art the way, the truth, the life;
Grant us that way to know,
That truth to keep, that life to win,
Whose joys eternal flow.
O SON of God and man, receive
This humble work of mine;
Worth to my meanest labor give,
By blessing it with thine.
2 Servant of all, to toil for man
Thou didst not, Lord, refuse;
Thy majesty did not disdain
To be employed for us.
3 In all I think, or speak, or do,
Let me show forth thy praise;
Thy bright example still pursue
Through all my future days.
4 By faith through outward cares I go,
From all distraction free;
My hands alone engaged below,
My spirit still with thee.
5 When thou, my Saviour, shalt appear,
Then gladly may I cry,
"The work thou gavest me while here Is done, to thee I fly."
LET me be with thee, where thou art,
My Saviour, my eternal rest;
Then only will this longing heart
Be fully and forever blest.
2 Let me be with thee, where thou art,
Thine unveiled glory to behold;
Then only will this wandering heart
Cease to be faithless, treacherous, cold.
3 Let me be with thee, where thou art, Where spotless saints thy name adore; Then only will this sinful heart
Be evil and defiled no more.
4 Let me be with thee, where thou art,
Where none can die, where none remove; Where life, nor death, my soul can part From thy blessed presence and thy love.
O WONDROUS type, O vision fair
Of glory that the church shall share,
Which Christ upon the mountain shows,
Where brighter than the sun he glows!
2 From age to age the tale declare,
How with the three disciples there,
Where Moses and Elias meet,
The Lord holds converse high and sweet. 3 The law and prophets there have place, Two chosen witnesses of grace;
The Father's voice from out the cloud
Proclaims his only Son aloud.
4 With shining face and bright array,
Christ deigns to manifest to-day
What glory shall be theirs above,
Who joy in God with perfect love.
5 O Father, with the eternal Son,
And Holy Spirit, ever one,
Vouchsafe to bring us, by thy grace,
To see thy glory face to face.
RIDE on! ride on in majesty!
Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry;
O Saviour meek, pursue thy road
With palms and scattered garments strewed.
2 Ride on! ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die;
O Christ, thy triumphs now begin
O'er captive death and conquered sin.
3 Ride on ride on in majesty!
The winged armies of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes,
To see the approaching sacrifice.
4 Ride on! ride on in majesty!
The last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father, on his sapphire throne,
Expects his own anointed Son.
5 Ride on ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die;
Bow thy meek head to mortal pain,
Then take, O God, thy power, and reign.
WHAT are those soul-reviving strains
Which echo thus from Salem's plains?
What anthems loud, and louder still,
Sweetly resound from Zion's hill? ·
2 Lo, 't is an infant chorus sings
Hosanna to the king of kings;
The Saviour comes, and babes proclaim
Salvation sent in Jesus' name.
3 Nor these alone their voice shall raise,
For we will join this song of praise ;
Still Israel's children forward press,
To hail the Lord their righteousness.
4 Messiah's name shall joy impart
Alike to Jew and Gentile heart;
He bled for us, he bled for you,
And we will sing Hosanna too.
5 Proclaim hosannas, loud and clear;
See David's Son and Lord appear;
Glory and praise on earth be given,
Hosanna in the highest heaven.
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