| 7 (p.25) O migh-ty love, O love be-yond all mea-sure, that bids Thee walk this way of sore dis-plea-sure! I live my life, with all the world can of-fer, and Thou must suf-fer! 9 (p.27) Thy will, O God, the al-way done on earth as in the courts of heaven; give us in pain to lead there-on, to wel-come joy or sor-row giv'n, to bid re-bell-ious flesh be still, nor move against Thy per-fect will. 15 (p.42) Ah! Whence this ha-tred shown Thee? Whose hands are laid up-on Thee to do Thee this des-pite? Thee, who bey-ond our tell-ing in man's e-state ex-cell-ing Hast or-dered all Thy ways a-right. 'Tis I have done this wound-ing, by heedless sins a-bound-ing as sands be-side the sea; these are the blows that bruise Thee, in these thine own re-fuse Thee, and these will nail Thee to the Tree. 20 (p.51) Pe-ter in for-get-ful-ness thrice de-nied his Mas-ter; one look moved him to con-fess, weep-ing, his dis-as-ter. Je-su, turn to look on me, who per-sist in sin-ning; set my fet-tered con-science free, free for new be-gin-ning. 21 (p.52) He, whose life was as the light, grace and truth un-sha-ken, in the dark-ness of the night like a thief was ta-ken; judg-ment of a god-less court, wit-ness false-ly of-fered, scorn and spit-ting, ri-bald sport, as fore-told, he suf-fered. |
27 (p.61) O King of glo-ry, King for time un-end-ing, how can I serve Thee, what for Thee be spend-ing? No heart may find where-with due thanks to render or ser-vice ten-der. How can I, strain-ing sight and ex-pec-ta-tion, find aught where-with to mea-sure thy com-pas-sion? or how re-quite Thee, work-ing thus in blind-ness, thy lov-ing kind-ness? 40 (p.87) Oh Christ, Thy fet-ters mean re-lease for souls that lie in du-rance: thy dung-eon is our house of peace for re-fuge and as-sur-ance. Hadst Thou not served as thrall be-fore, thralls were we now and ev-er-more 52 (p.108) Thy name is shi-ning on me, Lord Je-su, day and night, thy Cross a-lone hath won me my in-most heart's de-light; for now, by faith de-pict-ed, the sav-ing truth I see, how Thou, O most a-fflict-ed, hast shed Thy blood for me. 65 (p.139) Help us, O Thou Son of God, by Thy bit-ter pas-sion, still to tread where Thou hast trod, armed a-gainst temp-ta-tion; from the tree of scorn to seek fruits of me-di-a-tion, whence to bring, poor and weak, stores of rich o-bla-tion. 68. Ah! Lord, when my last end is come, bid ang-els bear my spi-rit home to Abr'-ham's bosom go-ing. My flesh, laid in the qui-et tomb, shall sleep un-til the day of doom, nor pain nor sor-row know-ing. Then, wa-king from that dark abode, mine eyes shall see Thee face to face in bound-less joy, O Son of God, my Saviour and my Throne of Grace. Lord Jesu Christ, give ear to me, give ear to me, who bring un-ending praise to Thee. |