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Neither passion nor pride Thy Cross can abide, streams from Thy side Lo! Salem's daughters weep Around! A solemn darkness veils the skies, It makes the coward spirit brave, And nerves the feeble arm for

There behold His agony, Suffered on the bitter Tree; See His anguish, see His faith, Love triumphant still in death. Then to life I turn again, Learning all the worth of pain, Learning all the might that

O Shepherd, good Shepherd! And is it for me This grievous affliction Has fallen on Thee? Ah, then let me strive, For the love Thou hast borne, To give Thee no longer Occasion to mourn!

Ah me! How the thorns Have entangled Thy hair, And cruelly riven That forehead so fair; How feebly Thou drawest Thy faltering breath; And lo, on Thy face Is the shadow of death. O Shepherd, good Shepherd!

JESUS. I will trust Thee,trust Thee with my soul; Guilty, lost, and helpless, Thou canst make me whole, There is none in heaven or on earth like Thee; Thou hast died for sinners, therefore, Lord, for me

MY Saviour, Thou Thy love to me In shame,in want,in pain hast showed; For me, on the accursed tree, Thou pouredst forth Thy guiltless blood; Thy wounds upon my heart impress, Nor aught shall the loved

Among the doctors see The Boy so full of grace; Say, wherefore taketh He The scholar's lowly place? That Christian boys, with revelence meet, May sit and learn at Jesus feet. Christ, once Thyself a boy,

THOU say'st: Take up thy cross, O man, and follow Me, The night is black, the feet are slack; Yet we would follow Thee. But, O dear Lord, we cry, That we Thy face could see : Thy blessed face one moment's

O THOU, whom once they flocked to hear, Thy words to hear. Thy power to feel; Suffer the sinners to draw near, And graciously receive us still quoteThey that be whole. Thyself hast said, No need of a physician

When He walked the fields,He drew From the flowers, and birds, and dew, Parables of God; For within His heart of love All the soul of man -did move,God had His abode. Fill us, Lord, with Thy desire All

Haste with the shepherds; see The mystery of grace : A manger-bed, a Child, Is all the eye can trace. Is this the Eternal Son, Who on the starry throne Before the worlds begun Was with the Father One?

There their Lord and Saviour Meek and lowly lay, Wondrous light that led them Onward on their way, Ever now to lighten Nations from afar, As they Journey homeward By that guiding star. Thou who in a manger

IT came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold : Peace on the earth, good-will to men, From heaven's all-gracious King! The

To you, In David's town, this day Is born, of David's line, A Saviour, who la Christ the Lord; And this shall be the sign : The heavenly Babe you there shall And To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped

O COME, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant, Come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem; Come and behold Him Born the King of angels: O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord True God of true God, Light of light

I praise the God of grace; I trust His truth and might; He calls me His, I call Him mine, My God, my joy, my light. In Him is only good, In me is only ill; My ILL but draws His goodness forth, And me He

JESU, the very thought of Thee , With sweetness fills my breast; But sweeter far Thy face to see, And In Thy presence rest. Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the memory find A sweeter sound

Fountain of o'erflowing grace, Freely from Thy fullness give; Till I close my earthly race, May I prove It Christ to live. Firmly trusting in Thy blood, Nothing shall my heart confound; Safely shall I

Ever confessing Thee, I will raise Unto Thee blessing, Glory, and praise; All my endeavour, World without end, Thine to be ever, Saviour and Friend. Ever confessing Thee, I will raise Unto Thee blessing,

Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see Thee as Thou art I'll praise Thee as I ought. Till then I would Thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath; And may the music