Thine humble beast pursues his road,
With palms and scattered garments strewed.

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!
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on his glorious throne
Expects his own anointed Son.

4 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die!
Bow thy meek head to mortal pain;
Then take, O Christ, thy power, and reign!


L. M.

Lo, it is I; be not afraid.'

1 WHEN power divine in mortal form
Hushed with a word the raging storm,
In soothing accents, Jesus said,
'Lo, it is I, be not afraid.'


2 So when in silence nature sleeps,

And his lone watch the mourner keeps,
One thought shall every pang remove-
Trust, feeble man, thy Maker's love.

3 Blest be the voice that breathes from hea ven, To every heart in sunder riven,

When love and joy and hope are fled, 'Lo, it is I, be not afraid.'

When men with fiend-like passions rage,
And foes yet fiercer foes engage,

lest be the voice, though still and small, That whispers, God is over all.

5 God calms the tumult and the storm, He rules the seraph and the worm: No creature is by him forgot,

Of those who know or know him not.

6 And when the last dread hour shall come,
While shuddering nature waits her doom,
This voice shall wake the pious dead,
'Lo, it is I, be not afraid.'


L. M.

• Abide with us, for it is towards Evening?' 1 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze, Fast fading from our wistful gaze; Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight The last faint pulse of quivering light.


5 In darkness and in weariness

The traveller on his way must press,
No gleam to watch on tree or tower,
Whiling away the lonesome hour.

3 Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear!
It is not night if thou be near:
O may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.

4 When with dear friends sweet talk I hold,
And all the flowers of life unfold,
Let not my heart within me burn,
Except in all I thee discern.

5 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
For ever on my Saviour's breast.

6 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without thee I dare not die.


L. M.


Then were the disciples glad, when they saw the Lord.'
1 COME, our indulgent Saviour, come,
Illustrious conqueror o'er the tomb:
Here thine assembled servants bless,
And fill our hearts with sacred peace.

2 O come thyself, most gracious Lord,
With all the joy thy smiles afford;
Reveal the lustre of thy face,
And make us feel thy vital grace.
3 Enter our hearts, Redeemer blest ;
Enter, thou ever-honoured guest,
Not for one transient hour alone,
But there to fix thy lasting throne.

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1 DEAR Lord, though bitter is the cup
Thy gracious hand deals out to me,
I cheerfully would drink it up,

That cannot hurt which comes from thee.

2 From Jesus, the dear Son of God,
I'll learn obedience to thy will;
And humbly kiss the chastening rod,
When its severest strokes I feel.


L. M.
Why stand ye here idle?'

1 THE God of Glory walks his round,
From day to day, from year to year,
And warns us each with awful sound,
'No longer stand ye idle here!


2 'Ye whose young cheeks are rosy bright,
Whose hands are strong, whose hearts are clear,
Waste not of hope the morning light!
Ah fools! why stand ye idle here ?

3 'Oh, as the griefs ye would assuage
That wait on life's declining year,
Secure a blessing for your age,
And work your Maker's business here!

4 And ye, whose locks of scanty gray
Foretell your latest travail near,
How swiftly fades your worthless day!
And stand ye yet so idle here?

5 One hour remains, there is but one!
But many a shriek and many a tear
Through bitter years the guilt must moan
Of moments lost and wasted here!'

6 O Thou, by all thy works adored,
To whom the sinner's soul is dear,
Recall us to thy vineyard, Lord!
And grant us grace to please thee here!


L. M.


Love to God and our Neighbour.

1 'THUS saith the first, the great command,
Let all thy inward powers unite
To love thy Maker and thy God
With utmost vigour and delight.

2 'Then shall thy neighbour next in place
Share thine affection and esteem;
And let thy kindness to thyself
Measure and rule thy love to him.'

3 This is the sense that Moses spoke,
This did the prophets preach and prove;
For want of this the law is broke,
And the whole law's fulfilled by love.

4 But oh! how base our passions are!
How cold our charity and zeal !
Lord, fill our souls with heavenly fire,
Or we shall ne'er perform thy will.

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