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Path of the lowly,
He comes a guilty world to bless
With mercy, truth, and righteousness.
O Father! haste the promised hour,
When at His feet shall lie
All rule, authority, and power,
Beneath the ample sky;
When He shall reign from pole to pole,
The Lord of every human soul;
When all shall heed the words He said,
Amid their daily cares,
And by the loving life. He led
Shall strive to pattern theirs :
And He who conquered Death shall win
The mightier conquest over Sin.
William Cullen Bryant.
391. CHRIST, Life of. All my endeayor,
No stern recluse, World without end,
As His forerunner; but the Guest and Friend Thine to be ever,
Of all who sought Him, mingling with all Saviour and Friend!
To breathe His holiness on all. No film (life John S. B. Monsell.
Obscured His spotless lustre. From His lips 388. CHRIST, Humiliation of.
Truth limpid without error flow'd. Disease Now Thou, by whom the world was made, Fled from His touch. Pain heard Him, and Art in Thy manger-cradle laid;
was not. Maker of all things great, art small,
Despair smiled in His presence. Devils knew, Naked Thyself, though clothing all. And trembled. In the omnipotence of faith
Unintermittent, indefectible, Thou, who both heaven and earth dost sway, Leaning upon His Father's might. He bent In strangers' inn art fain to stay;
All nature to His will. The tempest sank, And though Thy power makes angels blest,
He whispering, into waveless calm. The Dost seek Thy food from human breast.
[spare. Paul Gerhardt, tr. by F. E. Cox.
Given from His hands, fed thousands and to 389. CHRIST, a King.
The stormy waters, as the solid rock, Gird thy sword on, mighty Saviour,
Were pavement for His footstep. Death itself Make the word of truth Thy car;
With vain reluctancies yielded its prey Prosper in Thy course triumphant." To the stern mandate of the Prince of life. All success attend Thy war:
Edward Henry Bickersteth. Gracious Victor,
392. CHRIST, Litany to. Bring Thy trophies from afar.
My faith looks up to Thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary:
Now hear me while I pray;
Take all my guilt away;
O let me, from this day,
Be wholly Thine.
May Thy rich grace impart Blest are all that own Thy reign;
Strength to my fainting heart;
My zeal inspire;
As Thou hast died for me,
O may my love to Thee
Pure, warm, and changeless be
A living fire. 390. CHRIST, Kingdom of. O North, with all thy vales of green!
While life's dark maze I tread, O South, with all thy palms |
And griefs around me spread, From peopled towns and fields between
Be Thou my Guide; Uplift the voice of psalms.
Bid darkness turn to day; Raise, ancient East! the anthem high,
Wipe sorrow's tears away, And let thc youthful West reply.
Nor let me ever stray
From Thee aside.
When ends life's transient dream;
· When death's cold, sullen stream His kingdom is begun.
Shall o'er me roll;
Blest Saviour, then, in love,
A ransom'd soul. Ray Palmer. 393. CHRIST, Ode to. Immortal Love, forcver full,
Forever flowing free,
A never-ebbing seal
All other names above:
And comprehendeth love.
The mists of earth away;
How wide and far we stray.
The strife of tongues forbear:
For love that clasps like air ?
To bring the Lord Christ down:
For Him no depths can drown.
The lineaments restore
And in the flesh no more.
The world's long hope is dim:
The clouds of heaven for Him.
And ear are answerless ;
Is sad with silentness.
And every symbol wanes :
Eternal Love, remains,
Or earth below they look,
With Peter His rebuke.
Of sorrow over sin,
His witness is within.
Nor dream of bards and seers,
Of the oblivious years;
A present help is He:
And love, its Galilee.
The healing of His seamless dress
Is by our beds of pain: We touch Him in life's throng and press,
And we are whole again. Through Him the first fond prayers are said
Our lips of childhood frame; The last low whispers of our dead
Are burdened with His name.
Whate'er our name or sign,
We test our lives by Thine.
Doth all our lusts condemn;
Is hot with wratb to them.
And, naked to Thy glance,
Of Thy pure countenance.
Thy tender light shines in ;
Thy grace, the pang of sin.
Thou dost our service own:
And Thou rejectest none.
Its joys and pains, belong :
Infiicts a deeper wrong.
Therein to Thee allied :
In Thee are multiplied.
Within our earthly sod,
The flower of man and God.
Thy presence maketh one;
We trace the noonday sun.
Flesh-veiled, but not concealed,
And heart of God revealed.
In differing phrase we pray;
The Light, the Truth, the Way.
Is still our father's own:
Divides the Cross and Throne.
As words are less than deeds;
And simple trust can find Thy ways
We miss with chart of creeds.
No place for me and mine :
Our life, apart from Thine.
'Al labor vainly done: The solemn shadow of Thy cross
Is better than the sun.
Thy saving name is given :
To walk with Thee is heaven.
Our noisy championship!
Is more than flattering lip.
Nor Thine the zealot's ban:
Which ends in hate of man.
What may Thy service be ?
But simply following Thee.
We pile no graven stone:
His brothers and Thy own.
Of love and gratitude;
The joy of doing good.
The vaulted nave around,
Its brazen weights of sound.
Thy inward altars raise :
John Greenleaf Whittier. 394. CHRIST, Offices of. Great prophet of our God,
Our tongues shall bless Thy name;
The joyful news.
And peace with heaven.
Has shed His blood and died;
His precious blood
O thou almighty Lord,
Our Conqueror and our King,
Thine is the power ;
Beneath thy feet. Isaac Watts.
Of things unseen above;
Of Jesus and His love.
As to a little child:
And helpless, and defiled.
That I may take it in-
God's REMEDY for sin!
For I forget so soon !
Has passed away at noon!
With earnest tones and grave; .
Whom Jesus came to save.
If you would really be
A comforter to me.
When you have cause to fear
Is costing me too dear.
Shall dawn upon my soul,
“ Christ Jesus makes thee whole.” 396. CHRIST, Prepare the Way of. A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill,
[way,” | “The Lord is advancing-prepare ye the The word of Jehovah He comes to fulfil, And o'er the dark world pours the splendor
of day. Bring down the proud mountain, though tow
ering to heaven, And be the low valley exalted on high ; The rough path and crooked be made smooth
and even, For, Zion! your King, your Redeemer is nigh. The beams of salvation His progress illume, The lone dreary wilderness sings of her God; The rose and the myrtle shall suddenly
bloom, And the olive of peace spread its branches
abroad. William Drummond..
397, CHRIST, Questions aboat. Art thou weary, art thou languid, art thou
sore distrest? “Come to me,” saith One,-and “coming,
be at rest !” Hath He marks to lead me to Him,-if He
be my Guide ? In His feet and hands are wound-prints, and
His side! Is there diadem, as monarch, that His brow adorns ?
(thorns! Yea: a crown, in very surety,—but of If I find Him, if I follow, what His guerdon
here? Many a sorrow, many a labor, many a tear! If I still hold closely to Him, what hath He
at last ? Sorrow vanquished, labor ended, Jordan past! If I ask Him to receive me, will He say me nay?
[away! Not till earth, and not till heaven pass Finding, following, keeping, struggling, is
He sure to bless ? Angels, martyrs, prophets, pilgrims, answer, Yes!
Stephen, tr. by J. M. Nealo.
If to-day thou turn'st aside
A. O. Lynch. 399. CHRIST a Sin-bearer.
Thy works, not mine, O Christ,
Speak gladness to this heart;
To whom save thee,
For sin atone,
Lord, shall I fleé!
Upon the shameful tree
And purchased peace for me.
Have wept my guilt away;
And turned this night of mine
Into a blessed day.
Unbind me of my chain,
Ne'er to be barred again.
Can heal my bruised soul;
The balm that makes me whole.
Thy blood so freely spilt,
And purge away my guilt.
Has borne the awful load
Or earth could bear, but God.
Tas paid the ransom due;
Would have been all too few.
Alone can cover me;
Save that which is of thee.
Can clothe and beautify;
Horatius Bonar. 400. CHRIST, Sufficiency of.
He is a path, if any be misled;
If any be but weak, how strong is Hel. To dead men, life He is; to sick men, health; To blind men, sight; and, to the needy,
wealth; A pleasure without loss, a treasure without stealth.
When I see, in spring-tide gay,
I love to tell the story : Fields their varied tints display,
More wonderful it seems Wakes the thrilling thought in me,
Than all the golden fancies What must their Creator be!
Of all our golden dreams.
I love to tell the story: If I trace the fountain's source,
It did so much for me! Or the brooklet's devious course,
And that is just the reason Straight my thoughts to Jesus mount,
I tell it now to thee. As the best and purest fount.
I love to tell the story: Sweet the song the night-bird sings,
'Tis pleasant to repeat Sweet the lute, with quivering strings;
What seems, each time I tell it, Far more sweet than every tone
More wonderfully sweet. Are the words “ Maria's Son."
I love to tell the story: Sweetness fills the air around,
For some have never heard
The Message of salvation
From God's own holy word.
I love to tell the story;
For those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting
To hear it like the rest.
And when, in scenes of glory,
I sing the New, NEW SONG,
'Twill be-the OLD, OLD STORY 402. CHRIST, Star of.
That I have loved so long.
404. CHRIST, Union with. When, marshalled on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky,
They love their blessed Leader. Not more
close One star alone of all the train · Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.
The branches cling unto the parent tree Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks
Than are His followers bound to Christ. From every host, from every gem;
[free But one alone the Saviour speaks :
Like Him, their hold on earthly things. They It is the Star of Bethlehem.
Their hearts from the strong bonds of selfish
ness, Once on the raging seas I rode,
And yield for general good their private weal. The storm was loud, the night was dark, Where'er is want, despondency, distress, The ocean yawned, and widely blowed They have the hand to toil, the heart to feel.
The wind that tossed my foundering bark. 'Tis thus the Saviour taught them. They are Deep horror then my vitals froze;
Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem; With Him, and in their souls His image bear, When suddenly a star arose :
Rejoicing in the likeness. As the sun It was the Star of Bethlehem.
Doth spread his radiance through the fields
of air, It was my guide, my light, my all;
And kindle in revolving stars his blaze, It bade my dark foreboding cease; .. He pours upon their hearts the splendor of And thro' the storm and danger's thrall
His rays. Thomas 0. Upham. It led me to the port of peace.
405. CHRISTIAN, Emblem of tho. Now safely moored-my perils o'erI'll sing, first in night's diadem,
Just such is the Christian; his course he beForever and for evermore,
gins The Star! the Star of Bethlehem! Like the sun in a mist when he moums for
H. K. White.
And melts into tears; then he breaks out and 403. OHRIST, Telling of
shines, I love to tell the story,
And travels his heavenly way;
But when he comes nearer to finish his race,
Like a fine setting sun, he looks richer in Of Jesus and His love.
grace, I love to tell the story,
And gives a sure hope, at the end of his days,
Of rising in brighter array.
406. CHRISTIAN, Peace of the. I love to tell the story:
Let not your heart be faint:
My peace I give to you, -
Such peace as reason never planned,
As worldlings never knew.