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3 His greatness he for us abased,
For us his glory vailed;
His majesty concealed :
But stoops a servant low; Submits to death, nay, bears the cross,
In all its shame and woe. 5 Hence God this generous love to men
With honours just hath crowned, And raised the name of Jesus far
Above all names renowned : 6 That at this name, with sacred awe,
Each humble knee should bow, Of hosts immortal in the skies,
And nations spread below:
Might tremble at his word,
Confess that he is Lord. 68.
"NOWHERE TO LAY HIS HEAD." C.M.
Huntingtower--Solomon-Messiah. 1 Jesus! thou Man of Sorrows, born
To sufferings here below, To toil through poverty and scorn, Through weakness and through woe.
2 Immanuel! who by every grief,
By each temptation tried,
And, to redeem us, died.
In careless ease we dwell;
And lowly cottage-cell.
In envious want we pine,
A poorer lot was thine.
From sin preserve us free;
May we rejoice with thee. 69. FOR OUR SAKES POOR.
L. M. Soldau-St. Ambrose 2_Mainzer. 1 O'er the dark wave of Galilee
The gloom of twilight gathers fast;
Descends the fitful evening blast.
And sunk into his sheltered nest:
And laid him down to welcome rest.
3 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;
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;
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:
When sultry day is past.
Didst rule the tempest's mood,
Soft on our souls to brood.
Thy mandate to fulfil,
Speak, and say, “Peace, be still.”
C. M. TVarwick-New York-Loughton. 1 Sweeter, O Lord, than rest to thee,
While seated by the well,
and 2 One thoughtless heart, that never knew
The pulse of life before,
For earthly joys no more.
Samaria's daughter there
Her weight of guilt to bear.
peace to tell.
4 Fair witness of thy saving grace
In her, O Lord, we see;
The sinner drawn to thee. 5 Through all that sweet and blessed scene,
Dear Saviour, by the well,
His guilty fears to quell.
The soul delights to see
But Love itself in thee:
But knows the wondrous art
Of every loving heart.
C.M. Manchester-Burton-Messiah. 1 What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone
Around thy steps below;
Thy life and death of woe.
A weight of sorrow hung;
Escaped thy silent tongue.