2 Touched with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame; He knows what sore temptations mean, For he has felt the same.
3 He in the days of feeble flesh, Poured out his cries and tears; And in his measure feels afresh What every member bears.
4 Then let our humble faith address His mercy and his power; We shall obtain delivering grace In each distressing hour.
229 C. M. The bright and morning star. Rev. 22:16.
Bright was the guiding star that led, With mild, benignant ray, The Gentiles to the lowly shed Where the Redeemer lay.
2 But, lo! a brighter, clearer light Now points to his abode; It shines through sin and sorrow’s night To guide us to our God.
3 O haste to follow where it leads; The gracious call obey, Be rugged wilds or flowery meads The Christian’s destined way.
4 O gladly tread the narrow path While light and grace are given: Who meekly follow Christ on earth, Shall reign with him in heaven.
230 C. M. They shall speak of the glory, etc. Psalm 145:11.
Come, you that love the Saviour’s name, And joy to make it known; The Sovereign of your heart proclaim, And bow before his throne.
2 Behold your King, your Saviour, crowned With glories all divine; And tell the wondering nations round How bright these glories shine.
3 Infinite power and boundless grace In him unite their rays; You that have seen his lovely face, Can you forbear his praise?
4 When in the earthly courts we view The beauties of our King, We long to love as angels do, And wish like them to sing.
5 And shall we long and wish in vain? Lord, teach our songs to rise! Thy love can animate our strain, And bid it reach the skies.
6 O for the day, the glorious day! When heaven and earth shall raise, With all their powers, the raptured lay, To celebrate thy praise.
231 C. M. Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb.
Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb, I love to hear of thee; No music’s like thy charming name, Nor half so sweet can be.
2 O, may I ever hear thy voice In mercy to me speak; In thee, my Priest, will I rejoice, And thy salvation seek.
3 My Jesus shall be still my theme, While on this earth I stay; I’ll sing my Jesus’ lovely name, When all things else decay.
232 C. M. Offices of Christ.
We bless the Prophet of the Lord, That comes with truth and grace; Jesus, thy Spirit and thy Word, Shall lead us in thy ways.
2 We reverence our High Priest above, Who offered up his blood, And lives to carry on his love By pleading with our God.
3 We honor our exalted King; How sweet are his commands! He guards our souls from hell and sin By his almighty hands.
233 C. M. A merciful and faithful High Priest. Heb. 2:17.
Come, let us join in songs of praise To our ascended Priest; He entered heaven with all our names Engraven on his breast.
2 On earth he washed our guilt away By his atoning blood; Now he appears before the throne, And pleads our cause with God.
3 What though while here we oft must feel Temptation’s keenest dart; Our tender High Priest feels it too, And will appease the smart.
4 Clothed with our nature still, he knows The weakness of our frame, And how to shield us from the foes Which he himself o’ercame.
5 Nor time nor distance e’er shall quench The fervor of his love; For us he died in kindness here, For us he lives above.
6 O may we ne’er forget his grace, Nor blush to wear his name! Still may our hearts hold fast his faith, Our lips his praise proclaim!
234 C. M. Children’s Hymn.
Hosanna! raise the pealing hymn To David’s Son and Lord; With cherubim and seraphim Exalt th’ incarnate Word.
2 Hosanna! Lord, our feeble tongue No lofty strains can raise: But thou wilt not despise the young Who meekly chant thy praise.
3 Hosanna! Sovereign, Prophet, Priest, How vast thy gifts, how free! Thy Blood, our life; thy Word, our feast; Thy Name, our only plea.
4 Hosanna! Master, lo! we bring Our offerings to thy throne; Not gold, nor myrrh, nor mortal thing, But hearts to be thine own.
5 Hosanna! once thy gracious ear Approved a lisping throng; Be gracious still, and deign to hear Our poor but grateful song.
6 O Saviour, if, redeemed by thee, Thy temple we behold, Hosannas through eternity We’ll sing to harps of gold.
235 C. M. Consider the High Priest, etc. Heb. 3:1.
Now let our cheerful eyes survey Our great High Priest above, And celebrate his constant care And sympathetic love.
2 Though raised to heaven’s exalted throne Where angels bow around, And high o’er all the hosts of light, With matchless honors crowned—