"I am the way, the truth, and the life."-John xiv. 6. [G. W. DOANE.
17 THOU art the way; by Thee alone
From sin and death we flee;
And he who would the Father seek,
Must seek Him, Lord, by Thee.
2 Thou art the Truth; Thy word alone
True wisdom can impart :
Thou only canst inform the mind,
And purify the heart.
3 Thou art the Life; the rending tomb
Proclaims Thy conquering arm;
And those who put their trust in Thee
Nor death nor hell shall harm.
4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life:
Grant us that Way to know,
That Truth to keep, that Life to win,
Whose joys eternal flow.
"The love of Christ constraineth us."-2 Cor. v. 14.
18 BLESSED Saviour, is Thy love
So great, so full, so free?
Behold, we give our thoughts, our hearts,
Our lives, our all, to Thee.
2 We love Thee for the glorious worth
Which in Thyself we see;
We love Thee for that shameful cross
Endured so patiently.
3 No man of greater love can boast
Than for his friend to die;
Thou for Thine enemies wast slain!
What love with Thine can vie?
4 Make us like Thee in meekness, love,
And every beauteous grace;
From glory unto glory changed,
Till we behold Thy face.
A name which is above every name."-Phil. ii. 9. Palestine, 47.] L.M. [LATIN, tr. by J. D. CHAMBERS.
ET every heart exulting beat
With joy at Jesu's Name of bliss;
With every pure delight replete,
And passing sweet, its music is.
2 Jesus the comfortless consoles,
Jesus each sinful fever quells;
Jesus the power of hell controls,
Jesus each deadly foe repels.
30 speak His glorious Name abroad!
Jesus let every tongue confess;
Let every heart and voice accord
The Healer of our souls to bless.
4 Jesus! the sinner's Friend, abide
With us, and hearken to our prayer;
Thy frail and erring wanderers guide,
In mercy us transgressors spare.
5 O Christ, all glory be to Thee
Refulgent with this Name Divine;
All honour, worship, majesty,
Jesus, for evermore be Thine.
"Who did no sin, neither was guile found in His
20 HOW beauteous were the marks divine,
That in Thy meekness used to shine;
That lit Thy lonely pathway, trod
In wondrous love, O Lamb of God!
2 Oh, who like Thee, so calm, so bright,
Thou Son of Man, Thou Light of Light!
Oh, who like Thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woe?
3 Oh, who like Thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, forgiving, Godlike, high;
So glorious in humility!
4 E'en death which sets the prisoner free,
Was pain, and scoff, and scorn to Thee;
Yet love through all Thy torture glowed,
And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed!
5 Oh, in Thy light be mine to go'
Illumine all my way of woe!
And give me ever on the road
To trace Thy footsteps, Son of God!
which God did by Him in the midst of you."-Acts ii. 22.
21 OH, where is He that trod the sea?
Oh, where is He that spake,-
And demons from their victims flee,
The dead from slumber wake?
The palsied rise in freedom strong,
The dumb men talk and sing,
And from blind eyes, benighted long,
Bright beams of morning spring.
2 Oh, where is He that trod the sea?
'Tis only He can save;
To thousands hungering wearily,
A wondrous meal He gave:
Full soon, celestially fed,
Their plenteous food they take;
'Twas springtide when He blest the bread,
"Twas harvest when He brake.
3 Oh, where is He that trod the sea?
My soul! the Lord is here:
Let all thy fears be hushed in Thee;
And leap, and look, and hear.
Thy utmost needs He'll satisfy:
Art thou diseased or dumb?
Or dost thou in thy hunger cry?
Behold thy Helper come!
"And the multitudes that went before, and that followed, cried, saying, Hosanna to the Son of David." -Matt. xxi. 9.
22 RIDE on! ride on in majesty!
Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry;
O Saviour meek, pursue Thy road,
With palms and scattered garments strowed.
2 Ride on ride on in majesty !
In lowly pomp ride on to die:
O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin
O'er captive death and conquered sin.
3 Ride on ride on in majesty!
The angel armies of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes
To see the approaching Sacrifice.
4 Ride on ride on in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh:
The Father on His sapphire Throne
Awaits His own anointed. Son.
5 Ride on! ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die:
Bow Thy meek Head to mortal pain,
Then take, O God, Thy power, and reign.
"The precious blood of Christ."-1 Pet. i. 19. Bemerton, 357.] 65.65. [ITALIAN, tr. by E. CASWALL.
GLORY be to Jesus,
Who, in bitter pains,
Poured for me the life-blood
From His sacred veins !
2 Grace and life eternal
In that Blood I find;
Blest be His compassion
Infinitely kind!
3 Abel's blood for vengeance
Pleaded to the skies;
But the Blood of Jesus
For our pardon cries.
4 Oft as it is sprinkled
On our guilty hearts,
Satan in confusion
Terror-struck departs;
5 Oft as earth exulting
Wafts its praise on high,
Angel-hosts rejoicing
Make their glad reply.
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