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8 May each blest minute, as it flies,
Increase thy praise, improve our joys, 'Till we are rais'd to sing thy name At the great supper of the Lamb!
Weeping Mary. [Tune, Weeping Mary. | Mary to her Saviour's tomb
Hasted at the early dawn;
But the Lord she lov'd was gone!
Struck with sorrow and surprise,
For her heart supplied her eyes. ? Jesus, who is always near,
Tho' too often unperceiv'd,
Kindly asking why she griev'd.
When he call'd her by her name,
For she found he was the same. 3 Grief and sighing quickly fled,
When she heard his welcome voice;
Now he bids her heart rejoice.
Turning darkness into day!
4 He who came to comfort her,
When she thought her all was lost,
On his love your thoughts employ; Weeping for a while may last,
But the morning brings thee joy!
Is this thy kindness to thy Friend ? i Poor, weak, and worthless, though I am,
I have a rich almighty Friend;
He freely loves and without end.
And by his pow'r my foes controllid;
And brought me to his chosen fold.
And says that I shall shortly be
Oh what a friend is Christ to me! 4 But ah! my inmost spirit mourns,
And well my eyes with tears may swim,
I've been a faithless friend to him! 5 Often my gracious Friend I grieve,
Neglect, distrust, and disobey;
6 He bids me always freely come,
And promises whate'er I ask;
And count my privilege a task.'
My treach'rous heart has throbb'd with shame; Loath to forego the world's applause,
I hardly dare avow his name.
I could not thus my Friend requite;
Christ's Glory and Condescension.
[Tune, Equality. 1 Jesus, to thee I bow,
Th' Almighty's equal thou; Thou the Father's only Son,
Pleas'd he ever is in thee; Just and holy thou alone,
Full of truth and grace for me! 2 He left his throne above,
Disrob'd of all but love,
God vouchsaf'd in flesh t'appear;
Poor, and vile, and abject here! 3 Great sacrificé divine!
Was ever love like thinele anore
Thou my pain and curse has took,
All my sins were laid on thee;
Draw me, Saviour, after thee!
o look with pity down!
Captive lead captivity!
Christ, be Lord and King to me!
Rooted and fix'd in love;
Wise to fathom things divine;
What the depth of love like thine !
Look to Jesus,
Vex and teaze thee day by day,
Thou shalt conquer
3 Tho' ten thousand ills beset thee,
From without and from within; Jesus saith he'll ne'er forget thee, But will save from hell and sin;
He is faithful
And thou tread'st the thorny road,
Therefore praise him,
Like the heav'nly host above,
Troubled, but making God a Refuge. C.M.
[Tune, Zion's Refuge i Dear refuge of my weary soul,
On thee, when sorrows rise,
My fainting hope relies.
For thou alone canst heal;
For every pain I feel.