4 God gives His Son! O let me prize
That gift, of which possest,
I may at morn with gladness rise,
At eve with comfort rest.
5 No greater good can God bestow
Than His beloved Son;
Possessing Him, with joy I know
I have all good in One.
"A Father of the fatherless."
PSALM lxviii. 5.
THOU, the helpless orphan's hope,
To whom alone my eyes look up
In each distressing day;
Father-for that's the sweetest name
That e'er these lips were taught to frame-
Instruct this heart to pray.
Low in the dust my parents lie,
And no attentive ear is nigh,
But Thine, to mark my woe;
No hand to wipe away my tears,
No gentle voice to hush my fears,
Remains to me below.
3 My relatives and friends are gone,
My earthly comforts all are flown,
Yet I continue here;
Be Thou my Pattern, Thou my Guide,
This friendless heart from sorrow hide,
Reposing on Thy care.
4 If I am spared throughout the span
That makes the narrow life of man,
And reach to hoary age,
Instruct me in Thy holy will;
Teach me the duties to fulfil
Of each successive stage.
5 But if Thy wisdom should decree
An early sepulchre for me,
Father, Thy will be done!
On Thy dear bosom I rely;
And if I live, or if I die,
O leave me not alone.
"Himself.. bare our sicknesses."
MATT. viii. 17.
1 MY Father, hear the humble prayer
In sickness raised to Thee;
Thy word has bid me cast my care
On Him who cares for me.
2 A sinner, Lord, I know I am,
But when I suffer pain,
Thy word directs me to the Lamb
Who was for sinners slain.
Ohelp me, Saviour, to repose
On Thine own gracious word-
"All things shall work for good to those
Who fear and love the Lord."
4 If Thou shouldst life and health renew,
And strength to me restore,
With richer grace my soul endue,
To serve Thee evermore.
BEHOLD the Redeemer of man;
He comes with unspeakable love,
Performing the wonderful plan
Devised when in glory above.
2 How pity and love are combined
In Jesus, the sinner's best Friend,
The cripple, the deaf, and the blind,
The helpless, He deigns to attend.
3 The dead hear His powerful voice,
And Satan releases his prey;
The widow is made to rejoice,-
He speaks, and the devils obey.
4 The cities and villages hear
The gospel He lived to proclaim;
The fruits of His labour appear,
And thousands rejoice in His name.
5 0, let us poor sinners now flee
To Jesus, for pardon and grace!
There's mercy for you and for me,-
For all who in truth seek His face.
above every name."
PHIL. ii. 9.
JOIN all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and power,
That ever mortals knew,
That angels ever bore ;
All are too mean to speak His worth,
Too mean to set my Saviour forth.
2 But O what gentle terms,
What condescending ways,
Does our Redeemer use
To teach His heavenly grace!
Mine eyes with joy and wonder see
What forms of love He bears for me.
3 I love my Shepherd's voice;
His watchful eye shall keep
My wandering soul among
The thousands of His sheep;
He feeds His flock, He calls their names,
His bosom bears the tender lambs.
4 Jesus, my great High Priest,
Offered His blood and died;
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside:
His powerful blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.
"Hosanna to the Son of David!"
MATT. XXI. 15.
WHEN Jesus left His Father's throne,
He chose a humble birth;
Like us, unhonoured and unknown,
He came to dwell on earth.
2 Like Him, may we be found below
In wisdom's path of peace;
Like Him, in grace and knowledge grow,
As years and strength increase.
3 When Jesus into Salem rode,
The children sang around;
For joy they plucked the palms, and strewed
Their garments on the ground.
4 Hosanna, our glad voices raise,
Hosanna to our King!
Should we forget the Saviour's praise,
The stones themselves might sing;
5 For we have learned to love His name:
That name divinely sweet,
May every pulse through life proclaim,
And our last breath repeat.
"I trust in Thy word."
PSALM CXix. 42.
LET everlasting glories crown
Thy head, my Saviour and my
Thy hands have brought salvation down,
And writ the blessings in Thy word.
2 In vain the trembling conscience seeks
Some solid ground to rest upon;
With long despair the spirit breaks,
Till we apply to Christ alone.
3 How well Thy blessed truths agree;
How wise and holy Thy commands;
Thy promises how firm they be ;
How firm our hope and comfort stands !
4 Should all the forms that men devise
Assault my faith with treacherous art,
I'd call them vanity and lies,
And bind the gospel to my heart.
"I love them that love Me."
PROV. viii. 17.
1 ONE there is above all others,
Oh, how He loves!
His is love beyond a brother's,
Oh, how He loves!
Earthly friends may fail and leave thee,
This day soothe, the next day grieve thee,
But this friend will ne'er deceive thee,
Oh, how He loves!
2 Love this Friend who died to save thee,
Oh, how He loves!
On His hands He will engrave thee,
Oh, how He loves!
Think no more, then, of to-morrow,
Seek no other help to borrow,
Jesus carries all thy sorrow,
Oh, how He loves!
3 All thy sins shall be forgiven
Oh, how He loves!
Backward shall thy foes be driven,
Oh, how He loves!
Best of blessings He'll provide thee,
Nought but good shall e'er betide thee,
Safe to glory He will guide thee,
"He shall feed His flock like a shepherd."
ISAIAH xl. 11.
1 CEE the kind Shepherd, Jesus, stands,
SEE
And calls His sheep by name;
Gathers the feeble with His arms,
And feeds the tender lamb.
2 He'll lead us to the heavenly streams,
Where living waters flow;
And guide us to the fruitful fields,
Where trees of knowledge grow.
3 If, wandering from the fold, we leave
The straight and narrow way,
Our faithful Shepherd still is near,
To guide us when we stray.
4 The feeblest lamb amidst the flock
Shall be its Shepherd's care;
While folded in our Saviour's arms
We're safe from every snare.
"These things were written of Him.'
JOHN xii. 16.
8's & 7's.
WHAT a strange and wondrous story
From the Book of God is read!
How the Lord of Life and glory
Had not where to lay His head :
2 How He left His throne in heaven
Here to suffer, bleed, and die,
That my soul might be forgiven,
And ascend to God on high.
While I bless the hand which gave me
Life, and health, and all things her
O may He who died to save me,
To my soul be very dear.
4 Jesus Christ, my Lord and Saviour
Let me not ungrateful be;
Let my words and my behaviour
Prove I love and honour Thee.
Father, let Thy Holy Spirit
Still reveal a Saviour's lova,
And prepare me to inherit
Glory, where He reigns above.
"Glory to God in the highest."
LUKE ii. 14.
"GLORY to God !" the angel said,
"Good tidings, lo! I bring;
In David's city is a Babe,
Your Lord and Saviour-King.
2 "Glory to God, and peace on earth,
Good-will to man is shown;
Let heavenly joy at Jesus' birth
Be through the nations known,”
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