Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
Thy head upon my breast."
2 I came to Jesus as I was,
Weary and worn and sad;
I found in him a resting-place,
And he has made me glad.
3 I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"Behold! I freely give
The living water: thirsty one,
Stoop down, and drink and live!"
4 I came to Jesus, and I drank
Of that life-giving stream:
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And now I live in him.
Like thee, to do our Father's will, Our brother's griefs to share.
3 Let grace our selfishness expel,
Our earthliness refine;
And kindness in our bosoms dwell,
As free and true as thinc.
4 If joy shall at thy bidding fly,
And grief's dark day come on, We in our turn would meekly cry, "Father, thy will be done."
5 Should friends misjudge, or foes defame,
Or brethren faithless prove,
Then, like thine own, be all our aim
To conquer them by love.
6 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, Forgiving and forgiven,
Oh may we lead the pilgrim's life,
And follow thee to heaven!
2 Not the labors of my hands
Can fulfil thy law's demands:
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone:
Thou must save, and thou alone.
3 Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to thee for dress;
Helpless, look to thee for grace;
Foul, I to thy fountain fly:
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Whilst I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eye-strings break in death,
When I soar through tracts unknown,
See thee on thy judgment-throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee.
1 CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies; Christ, the true, the only light, Sun of Righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night. Dayspring from on high, be near; Day-star, in my heart appear.
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
If thy light is hid from me;
Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see,
Till thy inward light impart
Warmth and gladness to my heart.
3 Visit, then, this soul of mine;
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, radiant Sun divine;
Scatter all my unbelief;
More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.
1 Go to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel temptation's power:
Your Redeemer's conflict sce,
Watch with him one bitter hour:
Turn not from his griefs away;
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2 Follow to the judgment-hall;
View the Lord of life arraigned:
Oh the wormwood and the gall!
Oh the griefs his soul sustained!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss:
Learn of him to bear the cross.
3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb:
There, admiring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time,
Love's own sacrifice complete:
"It is finished," hear him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
Early hasten to the tomb
Where they laid his breathless clay:
All is solitude and gloom;
Who has taken him away?
Christ is risen; he meets our cycs. Saviour, teach us so to rise.
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