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T. 58.

O Sing, all ye redeem'd from Adam's To God our Immanuel made flesh as

we are, Your Hallelujahs join, both great and Our Friend, our Redeemer, and Brosmall;

ther most dear, Praise ye God rejoicing, for our salva- Be honor and glory! Let with one ać: tion

cord This Child was born; this blest, divine All people say, Amen! Give'praise to donation

Is God with us. the Lord.

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IV. Of the Name of Jesus, and his Walk on Earth.
T. 146.

My Lord, my life, my way, my end,
LORD Jesus, when I trace

Accept the praise I bring. Thee as the great Creator,

5 Weak are the efforts of my heart, With fear I hide


And cold my warmest thought';

; But when in human nature

But when I see thee as thou art, I see thy deep distress,

I'll praise thee as I ought. And lowliness of heart,

6 Till then I would thy love proclaim I freely must confess

With ev'ry fleeting breath ; That thou my Brother art.

And may thy saving Jesus' name

Refresh 2 Therefore I'll thee adore


soul in death. . With deep humiliation,

60. - 'T. 14. And own thee evermore Lord of the whole creation ;

JESUS, I love thy charming name, But thy humanity,

'Tis music to my ear;
Thy birth, thy life, and death, I gladly would thy praises sound,

soul to thee,

That earth and heav'n might hear.
While here on earth I breathe. 2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul,

In thee is all my trust; 59. T. 14.

Jewels to me are gaudy toys, HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds

And gold is sordid dust. To a believer's ear!

3 Omay thy name still cheer my heart, It sooths his sorrows, heals his wounds And shed it's fragrance there ! And drives away his fear.

The noblest balm for all its wounds,

The cordial' of its care. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast;

4 I'll speak the honors of thy name, Tis manna to the hungry soul,

With my last lab'ring breath; And to the weary rest.

When speechless, thou shalt be my

My joy in life and death." [hope, 3 Jesus! the Rock on whickr I build, My Shie da nd hiding-place,

T. 58. My never-failing treas'ry fill'd SACRED name of Jesus, With boundless stores of grace.

So great and holy, 4 Jesus my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend, That all our tongues can never praise My Prophet, Priest, and King;

As thou deserv'st.

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2 Holy name of Jesus,

2 God with us, :ll: Though men blaspheme thee, God appears in human frame; I will

adore, whene'er I hear or name In his name rejoice with gladness, thee, With gratitude. Since to save lost man he came;

None need sink in hopeless sadness, 3 Precious name of Jesus,

For Immanuel is now with us, How sweet and blessed

God with us. :11: Art thou to souls, who mourning and distressed Upon thee call?

63. T. 11. 4 Cheesing name of Jesus,

JESUS is our highest good,
Whence comfort floweth;
Noangellike a contrite sinner knoweth He hath sav'd us by his blood;
Thy pow'r divine. May we love him evermore,

And his saying name adore.
5 Lovely name of Jesus,
Whoe'er confideth

2 Jesus, when stern justice said, In thee - obtains a treasure which “ Man his life hath forfeited, abidech,

And never fails." Vengeance follows by decree," 6 Saving name of Jesus,

as Inflict it all on me."

Cry'd, In which salvation

3 Jesus gives us life and peace, Ispreach'd to ev'ry kindred, tongueand Faith, and love, and holiness;

nation, Might all thee praise ! Ev'ry blessing, great or small, 7 Faithful name of Jesus,

Jesus for us purchas'd all. In thee I've trusted,

4. Jesus therefore let us own, And of thy faithfulness on earth have Jesus we'll exalt alone, • boasted,

And shall in heav'n. Jesus hath our sins forgiv'n, 8 Blessed name of Jesus,

Jesus' blood procur'd us heav'n. How efficacious

64. T. 14. To save to sanctify and to preserve us! Thee we adore. My God a man! a man indeed,

An infant truly poor ; 9 Jesus, blessed Jesus, Name so revered

Born, for a sinful race to bleed,

Salvation to procure. By all believers; they can ne'er bę wearied In praising thee. 2 Who can describe the loveliness

Which was, blest Child, in theē? 10 Name for ever sacred,

Thy whole deportment heav'nly grace, For ever precious;

And true humility. Let all within us echo Jesus, Jesus !

Forevermore. 3 According to th' appointed plan

My infant Saviour grew,
T. 119

In favor both with God and man,

In years and stature too.
Source of life and happiness;

4 My Saviour learned Joseph's trade, In this name true consolation

Wascall'da carpenter, (Mark 6. 3.)
Mourning sinners may possess ; And therefore, that he earn'd his bread,
Here is found complete salvation:

We justly may infer.
Blessed Jesus, we thy name will praise
All our days. ;)

5 Often oppress’d with human care,

He to his Father sighs,

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Or spends the night in fervent pray’r, 16 In thy righteousness array'd
And offers tears and cries.

Let us triumph and be glad;

Let us walk with thee in white,
6 Again, as Teacher of Mankind
I see my humble Lord:

Let us see thy face in light.
How cheerfully was he inclin'd
To preach the saving word!

T. 14. 7 To comfort men was his delight,

IMMANUEL's meritorious tears To help them in distress;

Assuage our ev'ry pain, He ready was, by day and night,

His bitter suff'rings, cries and pray'rs,

Our fav'rite theme remain. To pardon, heal and bless.

2 When Jesus' suff’ring life we trace, 8 Oft he was hungry, spent and sad, In ev'ry scene we find, In his own world a guest,

That he a man of sorrows was, And of his own no place he had, Though of unspotted mind. His weary head to rest.

3 All they who weeping now go forth, 9 Ah, might my heart a mirror be, And bear the precious seed, Reflecting Jesus' grace,

May in our Saviour's walk on earth That all, who'my behaviour see, Pattern and comfort read.

May some resemblance trace. 4 Among the evils of the fall 10 Grant me that meek and lowly mind, This the most dreadful is of all,

Which soul and body grieve, Thou hast on earth display'd,

That sin to us doth cleave. Which in thy holy life I find, My Pattern, Lord and Head. 5 Whene'er the Holy Ghost displays

To our benighted hearts, 65.. T. 11.

That we are wretched, vile and base,

And light to us imparts, SEE, my soul; God ever blest 6 How do we blush with conscious In the flesh made manifest!,

shame, Human nature he assumes,

While tears of anguish flow! He, to ransom sinners, comes. And did we not the sufforing Lamb,

The Friend of sinners know; 2 He fulfill'd all righteousness, Standing in the sinner's place;

7. A contrite heart would never cease From the manger to the cross,


most bitter tears; All he did, he did for us:

But faith in Jesus' saving grace

The mourning sinner cheers. 3 All our woes he did retrieve, He expir'd that we might live;

8 Wheňwe have that great bliss attain'd

To find, that in all need, By his stripes our wounds are heald,

Christ is our Counsellor and Friend, By his blood our pardon's seald.

Then are we help'd indeed, 4 Lord, conform us to thy death, 9 o'tis the greatest happiness, Raise us to new life by faith,

Wher of his


divine Through thy resurrection's pow'r,

We have a feeling, and he says, May we praise thee evermore,

“ Fear not, for thou art mine.' 5 Circumcise our sinful hearts; 10. Our thankful tears then testify Purify our inward parts;

That Jesus wept for us, Lord, destroy the carnal mind, And.we, possessing heav'nly joy. That in thee we peace may

For him count all things loss.


11 Yet tears of grief at times bedew 13 Thy flight into Egypt, Our cheeks, while here we stay;

Amidst great danger, When we in heav'n his face shall view, Teach me to be a pilgrim here and He'll wipe all tears away.


Where'er I am. 67. T. 14.

4 Thy unspotted childhood,

And meek behayiour, O my

dear Saviour, when thy cares, Teach-me to be a little child for ever Thy toils for me I read,

Before thy face. My eyes run o'er with grateful tears, And I bow down my head.

5 Thy unfeign'd obedience

And true subjection 2 Thy suff'ring life I cannot trace,

Unto thy parents, form to like affection Or read thy sacred word,

My stubborn heart. But I'm o'ercome with thankfulness

To thee, my gracious Lord. 6 Thy forty days fasting, 3 What am I, Lord, that thou so much

Thy self-denial, Should'st love and value me?

Thy being sorely try'd, in ev'ry trial

Deliver me. Vile dust I am, yet thou for such Didst bear thy misery.

70. T. 580. 68. T. 22.

THE wise men from the East ador'd My dear Redeemer, God and Lord,

The infant Jesus as their Lord,

Brought gifts to him their King: I read my duty in thy word; But in thy life the law appears

Jesus, grant us thy light, that we Set forth in living characters.

The way may find, and unto thee

Our hearts, our all, a tribute bring, 2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such def'rence to thy Father's will,

2 May Jesus Christ, the spotless Lamb. Such love and meekness so divine,

Who to the temple humbly came I would transcribeand makethem mine.

The legal rights to pay, 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air That we his precepts may fulfil,

Subdue our proud and stubborn will, Witness'd the fervor of thy pray'r; Whate'er rebellious nature say. The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict add thy vict'ry too.

71. . T. 14 4 Be thou my pattern; let me bear O SON of God and


receive More likeness of thine image here; This humble work of mine; And at thy right hand me confess, Worth to my meanest labor give, Arrayed in thy righteousness,

By blessing it with thine. 69. T. 58.

2 Servant of all, to toil for man

Thou wouldst not, Lord, refuse: LAMB of God, my Saviour, Thy Majesty did not disdain O set before me

To be employ'd for us. Thy matchless love, and by thy grace procure me A mind like thine. 3 In all I think, or speak, or do,

Let me show forth thy praise ; 2 Thy humiliation How meritorious !

Thy bright example still pursue Thy birth in poverty, and life labo

Through all my future days. rious, Teach me to stoop. 4. By faith thro' outward cares I go, D 2

From all distraction free;

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My hands alone engag'd below,

72. * T. 22. My spirit still with thee. 5 When thou, mySaviour, shalt'appear, MAY all those blessings on us flow, Then gladly may I cry,

And in our lives their virtue show, “The work thou gavest me while here Which from the

manger - Is done to thee I fly."

Thou, Lord, hast merited for us.

to the cross,


V. Of the Sufferings and Death of Jesus Christ, and his

Resting in the Grave.
T. 114

5 By all thy grief, thy tears and sup

plication, WHAT human mind can trace the Thy bloody sweat, thy bitter agony; condescension

O grant that I may love thee ardently: Of our almighty Maker's love to man? Be thou, dear Lord, my life and conNo angel can the hidden myst'ry scan;

solation ! Redeeming love, thou art past com

Whene'er temptation would my soul prehension;


beset, Yet by the Spirit's teaching we can I'll pray to thee, and think of Olivet. From Jesus' agony, that God is love,

T: 580. 2 Pursue,mysoul,thesacredmeditation, BEHOLD! how in Gethsemane And view the agonizing Lamb of God; See him oppressed with the pondrous Thrinćarnate God doth sweat for thee load


Till drops of blood fall down; Of all thy sins, to purchase thy salva- For thee the Lord lies prostrate there, He riseth with a heart-affecting look, Hear his thrice-utter’d, mournful pray's, Andwith his foll’wers passeth Cedron's Mark ev'ry dol'rous sigh and groan. brook.

2 I'm lost in wonder and amaze; 3 My spirit now with solemn, deep Here I'll abide and melt and gaze, devotion,

'Tis God's beloved Son! Doth follow Jesus to Gethsemane;

How heavy is the weight he bears! There he, on my account, doth weep

His soul is fill'd with grief and fears, [tion:

Lo! now the bitter cap comes on. O'ercome with horror at the bitter po- 3 Lord, dost thou suffer thus for me? Yet to his Father's will he is resign'd. Dost thou endure such misery, Grantme,dear Jesus, thyobedient mind. To give me life and peace? 4 Isee my Saviour kneeling, groaning, Then will I bear this on my heart

, : weeping,

“ My all is purchas'd with thy smart, He prostrates on the ground and prays

Thy sweat &blood sign myrelease.”

75. T. 96. Yea trembling wrestleth in an agony; And while his sad disciples all are OFTEN I call to mind the place sleeping,

Gethsemane, to which the Lamb; His soul in grief, his eyes in tears are 'Who lov'd to be in loneliness, drown'de

With his disciples often came, His sweat as drops of blood falls to the Where, out of boundless love to me, ground.

He wrestled in an agony.

and pray,

for me,

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