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And form our souls for heaven.
2 Help us through good report and ill,
Our daily cross to bear,
Our brethren's griefs to share.
3 Let grace our selfishness expel,
Our earthliness refine,
As free and true as Thine.
4. If joy shall at Thy bidding fly,
And grief's dark day come on,
Father, Thy will be done.
Forgiving and forgiven,
7. H. Gurney.
Fourth Sunday in Lent.
Ere it pass for aye away,
2 Holy Jesu, grant us tears,
Fill us with heart-searching fears,
3 Lord, on us Thy Spirit pour,
Kneeling lowly at the door,
4 By Thy night of agony,
By Thy supplicating cry,
5 By Thy tears of bitter woe
For Jerusalem below,
6 Grant us 'neath Thy wings a place,
Lest we lose this day of grace
MOURNING o'er our great transgressions,
Lord, behold Thy people pray ;
Take our numerous sins away.
Yet o'er all shall mercy rise,
Mercy loftier than the skies.
Blest are they, how blest in glory,
Objects of Thy boundless love,
Dwelling in Thy courts above.
Worship in Thy courts below;
Bids our joy to transport grow.
COME, ye souls, by sin afflicted,
Bowed with fruitless sorrow down ;
Look to Jesus;
2 Take His easy yoke and wear it ;
Love will make obedience sweet ;
Safe to glory,
3 Sweet as home to pilgrims weary,
Light to newly opened eyes,
All who taste it,
Vexilla Regis prodeunt.
THE royal banner is unfurled,
And lo! the Cross is reared on high,
Is stretched in cruel agony.
Pierced by the spear, He yielded forth
Water and Blood, a mingled tide,
Might flow for sinners from His side.
3 Then were the wonders plainly shown,
Which saints of old rejoiced to sing,
Whereon He reigned a gracious King.
4 Lord, in Thy Cross may we discern
Our only hope, our path to heaven :
With longing eyes to be forgiven.
5 O God, the Blessed Three in One,
From every soul all glory be:
Lugete, pacts angeh.
Man's sinful likeness wears ;
Our sin the Saviour bears.
2 O Christ, with wondering minds we see
This mighty love of Thine ;
Shall man at pain repine ?
3 No, Saviour, no! Thy blessed Cross
hath overcome ;
But from the eternal doom.
4 The flesh may shrink, but we submit,
Whate'er our cross may be,
To bear it after Thee.
5 Thy stripes have healed us, and Thy Blood
Our guilty stains effaced ;
Be never more disgraced.
6 By Thy sweet Passion, to our souls
Fresh grace and hope afford ;
Thy measureless reward.