2 Immanuel! who by every grief,
By each temptation tried,
Hast lived to yield our wants relief,
And, to redeem us, died.
3 If gaily clothed, and richly fed,
In careless ease we dwell;
Remind us of thy manger-bed,
And lowly cottage-cell.

4 If, press'd by penury severe,
In envious want we pine,
May conscience whisper in our ear,
A poorer lot was thine.

5 In every changeful trying scene,
From sin preserve us free;

As thou like us hast tempted been,
May we rejoice with thee.

69.

FOR OUR SAKES POOR.

Soldau-St. Ambrose Mainzer,

1 O'er the dark wave of Galilee

The gloom of twilight gathers fast;
And on the waters drearily

Descends the fitful evening blast.

L.M.

2 The weary bird hath left the air,
And sunk into his sheltered nest:
The wandering beast has sought his lair,
And laid him down to welcome rest.

Still near the lake, with weary tread, Lingers a form of human kind; And on his lone unsheltered head Blows the chill night-damp of the wind. 4 Why seeks he not a home of rest?

Why seeks he not a pillowed bed?
Beasts have their dens, the bird its nest;
He hath not where to lay his head.
5 Such was the lot he freely chose,

To bless, to save the human race;
And through his poverty there flows
A rich full stream of heavenly grace.

70.

STILLING THE TEMPEST.

C. M.

St. Nicholas-Kent-Loughton. 1 Fear was within the tossing bark, When stormy winds grew loud, And waves came rolling high and dark, And the tall mast was bowed:

2 And men stood breathless in their dread, And baffled in their skill;

But One was there, who rose and said
To the wild sea-"Be still!"

3 And the wind ceased-it ceased!-that word

Passed through the gloomy sky;
The troubled billows knew their Lord,
And fell beneath his eye.

4 And slumber settled on the deep,

And silence on the blast:

They sank, as flowers that fold to sleep
When sultry day is past.

5 0 thou that in its wildest hour
Didst rule the tempest's mood,
Send thy meek Spirit forth in power
Soft on our souls to brood.

6 Thou that didst bow the billow's pride
Thy mandate to fulfil,

O speak to passion's raging tide,
Speak, and say, "Peace, be still."

71.

SEEKING THE LOST.

Warwick-New York-Loughton.

1 Sweeter, O Lord, than rest to thee, While seated by the well,

C. M.

Was the blest work that led thee there,
Of grace and peace to tell.

2 One thoughtless heart, that never knew The pulse of life before,

There learned to love, was taught to sigh

For earthly joys no more.

3 Friend of the lost, O Lord, in thee

Samaria's daughter there

Found One whom love had drawn to earth
Her weight of guilt to bear.

4 Fair witness of thy saving grace
In her, O Lord, we see;

The wandering soul by love subdued,
The sinner drawn to thee.

5 Through all that sweet and blessed scene,
Dear Saviour, by the well,
More than enough the trembler finds,
His guilty fears to quell.

6 There, in the blest repose of faith,
The soul delights to see

Not only One who fully loves,
But Love itself in thee:

7 Not One alone who feels for all,
But knows the wondrous art
Of meeting all the sympathies
Of every loving heart.

72.

THE LOVELY PATTERN.

Manchester-Burton-Messiah.

C. M.

1 What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone Around thy steps below;

What patient love was seen in all
Thy life and death of woe.

2 For ever on thy burdened heart,
A weight of sorrow hung;
Yet no ungentle murmuring word
Escaped thy silent tongue.

3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile;
Thy friends unfaithful prove;
Unwearied in forgiveness still,
Thy heart could only love.

4 O give us hearts to love like thee,
Like thee, O Lord, to grieve
Far more for others' sins, than all
The wrongs that we receive.

5 One with thyself, may every eye
In us, thy brethren, see

That gentleness and grace which spring
From union, Lord, with thee.

St. AmbroseMagdalen-Stourbridge.
1 My dear Redeemer and my Lord,
I read my duty in thy word;
But in thy life the law appears
Drawn out in living characters.

L. M.

2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will, Such love, and meekness so divine,

I would transcribe and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Witnessed the fervour of thy prayer: The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict and thy victory too.