IV. REMEMBRANCE OF CHRIST.
139.
C. M.
Montgomery.
“In Remembrance of Me.”
1 According to thy gracious word,
In meek humility,
This will I do, my dying Lord,
I will remember thee.
2 Thy body, broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be;
Thy testamental cup I take,
And thus remember thee.
3 Gethsemane can I forget?
Or there thy conflict see,
Thine agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember thee?
4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes,
And rest on Calvary,
O Lamb of God, my sacrifice!
I must remember thee;—
5 Remember thee, and all thy pains,
And all thy love to me;
Yea, while a breath, a pulse, remains,
Will I remember thee.
140.
P. M.
Whittier.
Watching with Jesus.
1 O Thou, who in the garden’s shade
Didst wake thy weary ones again,
Who slumbered at that fearful hour,
Forgetful of thy pain,—
2 Bend o’er us now, as over them,
And set our sleep-bound spirits free,
Nor leave us slumbering in the watch
Our souls should keep with thee!
141.
P. M.
F. H. Hedge.
Strength from the Cross.
1 “It is finished!” Man of sorrows!
From thy cross our frailty borrows
Strength to bear and conquer thus.
2 While extended there we view thee,
Mighty Sufferer! draw us to thee;
Sufferer victorious!
3 Not in vain for us uplifted,
Man of sorrows, wonder-gifted!
May that sacred emblem be;
4 Lifted high amid the ages,
Guide of heroes, saints, and sages,
May it guide us still to thee!
5 Still to thee! whose love unbounded
Sorrow’s depths for us has sounded,
Perfected by conflicts sore.
6 Honored be thy cross forever;
Star, that points our high endeavor
Whither thou hast gone before!
142.
6 & 10s. M.
*Mrs. Miles.
Looking unto Jesus.
1 It was no path of flowers,
Which, through this world of ours,
Beloved of the Father, thou didst tread;
And shall we in dismay
Shrink from the narrow way,
When clouds and darkness are around it spread?
2 O thou, who art our life,
Be with us through the strife;
Thy holy head by earth’s fierce storms was bowed;
Raise thou our eyes above,
To see a Father’s love
Beam, like a bow of promise, through the cloud.
3 And, O, if thoughts of gloom
Should hover o’er the tomb,
That light of love our guiding star shall be;
Our spirits shall not dread
The shadowy way to tread,
Friend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth lead to thee.
143.
7s. M.
Montgomery.
Made Perfect Through Suffering.
1 Go to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel temptation’s power,
Your Redeemer’s conflict see,
Watch with him one bitter hour;
Turn not from his griefs away,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray!
2 Follow to the judgment-hall,
View the Lord of life arraigned;
O the wormwood and the gall!
O the griefs his soul sustained!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of him to bear the cross!
3 Calvary’s mournful mountain climb;
There, admiring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time,
Love’s own sacrifice complete;
“It is finished,” hear him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die!
144.
7s. M. Anonymous.
Strength Through Christ’s Sufferings.
1 When my love to Christ grows weak,
When for deeper faith I seek,
Then in thought I go to thee,
Garden of Gethsemane!
2 There I walk amid the shades,
While the lingering twilight fades,
See that suffering, friendless One
Weeping, praying there alone.
3 When my love for Christ grows weak,
When for stronger faith I seek,
Hill of Calvary! I go
To thy scenes of fear and woe;—
4 There behold his agony,
Suffered on the bitter tree;
See his anguish, see his faith;
Love triumphant still in death.
5 Then to life I turn again,
Learning all the worth of pain,
Learning all the might that lies
In a full self-sacrifice.
145.
8 & 7s. M.
Bowring.
Glorying in the Cross.
1 In the cross of Christ we glory,
Towering o’er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.
2 When the woes of life overtake us,
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy;
Never shall the cross forsake us,
Lo! it glows with peace and joy!
3 When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon our way;
From the cross the radiance streaming
Adds more lustre to the day.
4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.
5 In the cross of Christ we glory,
Towering o’er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.
146.
L. M.
Emily Taylor.
Looking to Jesus.
1 If love, the noblest, purest, best,
If truth, all other truth above,
May claim return from every breast,
O, surely Jesus claims our love!
2 There’s not a hope with comfort fraught,
Triumphant over death and time,
But Jesus mingles in that thought,
Forerunner of our course sublime.
3 His image meets us in the hour
Of joy, and brightens every smile;
We see him, when the tempests lower,
Each terror soothe, each grief beguile.
4 We see him in the daily round
Of social duty, mild and meek;
With him we tread the hallowed ground,
Communion with our God to seek.
5 We see his pitying, gentle eye,
When lonely want appeals for aid;
We hear him in the frequent sigh,
That mourns the waste that sin has made.
6 We meet him at the lowly tomb,
And weep where Jesus wept before;
And there, above the grave’s dark gloom,
We see him rise,—and weep no more.
147.
L. M.
*Watts.
The Divine Example.
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.
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 fervor of thy prayer;
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict, and thy victory too.
4 Be thou my pattern; may I bear
More of thy gracious image here;
And, by the paths which thou hast trod,
Press on to holiness and God.
148.
7s. M.
Gaskell.
Christ Who Strengtheneth Me.
1 When arise the thoughts of sin,
When the world our hearts would win,
When, to selfish pleasure given,
Droops the love that blooms for heaven;
Lord, we would remember thee,—
Thou wilt our Redeemer be.
2 When, with footsteps faint and slow,
Duty’s upward path we go;
When, by toils and hardship pressed,
Round we turn to look for rest;
Lord, we would remember thee,
Thou our Guide and Strength wilt be.
3 When the way grows dark and drear,
When, beset by doubt and fear,
We can see no beam of light
Struggling through the thickening night;
Lord, we would remember thee,
Thou our Comforter wilt be.
149.
C. M.
Gaskell.
Following After Jesus.
1 In vain we thus recall to mind
The cross our Master bore,
Unless a holier strength we find,
And love his spirit more.
2 May we, like him, though thanked with ill;
Insulted, and withstood,
In hope and patience labor still
To do our brethren good.
3 Like him may we, unmurmuring, go
Our heaven-appointed way,
And learn, ’midst gathering storms of woe,
“God’s will be done!” to say.
150.
11s. M.
Whittier.
Christ Present in the Spirit.
1 O, What though our feet may not tread where Christ trod,
Nor our ears hear the dashing of Galilee’s flood,
Nor our eyes see the cross that he bowed him to bear,
Nor our knees press Gethsemane’s garden of prayer!
2 Yet, Loved of the Father! thy spirit is near
To the meek and the lowly and penitent here;
And the voice of thy love is the same, even now,
As at Bethany’s tomb, or on Olivet’s brow.
3 O, the Outward has gone, but in glory and power
The Spirit surviveth the things of an hour;
Unchanged, undecaying, its Pentecost flame
On the heart’s secret altar is burning, the same.
151.
C. M.
Emily Taylor.
“I Pray Not for These Alone.”
1 “O, Not for these alone I pray,”
The dying Saviour said;
Though on his breast that moment lay
The loved disciple’s head;
2 Though to his eye that moment sprung
The kind, the pitying tear
For those that eager round him hung,
His words of love to hear.
3 No, not for them alone he prayed;—
For all of mortal race,
Whene’er their fervent prayer is made,
Where’er their dwelling-place.
4 Sweet is the thought, when here we meet,
His feast of love to share;
And, ’mid the toils of life, how sweet
The memory of his prayer!
152.
L. M.
Gaskell.
Bearing with Us the Dying of Jesus.
1 Not in this simple rite alone
May Calvary’s cross to us be shown;
But may we turn, in many an hour,
To feel its soul-constraining power.
2 When indolence would have its will,
And selfish ease would keep us still,
Then to the Saviour may we look,
And meet his eye’s serene rebuke.
3 When men have done us cruel wrong,
And angry thoughts are rising strong,
May we with softened hearts turn there,
And learn the Lord’s forgiving prayer.
4 When sin looks tempting in our eyes,
May Jesus on the cross arise,
And ask if we will him forsake,
And wear the chains he died to break.
5 When pain, or sickness, or distress,
Our fainting souls would overpress,
To him on Calvary looking still,
May we find strength to bear God’s will.
153.
7s. M.
Pratt’s Coll.
Bread of Heaven.
1 Bread of heaven, on thee we feed,
For thy flesh is meat indeed;
Ever let our souls be fed
With this true and living bread.
2 Vine of heaven, thy blood supplies
This blest cup of sacrifice;
Lord, thy wounds our healing give;
To thy cross we look and live.
3 Day by day with strength supplied,
Through the life of him who died,
Lord of life, O, let us be
Rooted, grafted, built on thee!
154.
L. M.
Anonymous.
The Presence of Jesus.
1 When, blest Redeemer, thou art near,
The soul enjoys a sacred peace:
Thy presence calms our every fear,
And gives from every doubt release.
2 Be with us now, in truth and love,
In strength that conquers every sin;
O, cleanse, and bless, and lift above,
And may thy cross our hearts still win.
3 In suffering may we strength receive
From memory of thy victory won;
In doubt our drooping hopes revive;—
Thus be thy presence with us shown!
4 Be ever near our spirits, Lord;
And, drawn by sympathy, may we
Still, through thy cross, thy life, thy word,
In faith and love come near to thee!
155.
S. M.
C. Wesley.
Presence of Jesus.
1 Not in the name of pride
Or selfishness we’re met;
From worldly paths we turn aside,
And worldly thoughts forget.
2 Jesus, we look to thee,
Thy promised presence claim!
Thou in the midst of us shalt be,
Assembled in thy name.
3 Present we know thou art;
But, O, thyself reveal!
Now, Lord, let every bounding heart
Thy peace and gladness feel!
4 O, may thy quickening voice
The death of sin remove;
And bid our inmost souls rejoice
In hope of perfect love!
156.
10s. M.
T. Parker.
Christ the Way, the Truth and the Life.
1 O Thou great Friend to all the sons of men,
Who once appeared in humblest guise below,
Sin to rebuke, to break the captive’s chain,
And call thy brethren forth from want and woe;
2 We look to thee! thy truth is still the Light,
Which guides the nations, groping on their way,
Stumbling and falling in disastrous night,
Yet hoping ever for the perfect day.
3 Yes! thou art still the Life; thou art the way
The holiest know;—Light, Life, and Way of heaven!
And they who dearest hope, and deepest pray,
Toil by the light, life, way, which thou hast given.
157.
C. M.
Anonymous.
One in Christ.
1 A Holy air is breathing round,
A fragrance from above;
Be every soul from sense unbound,
Be every spirit love.
2 O God, unite us heart to heart,
In sympathy divine,
That we be never drawn apart,
And love not Thee nor Thine;
3 But, by the cross of Jesus taught,
And all Thy gracious word,
Be nearer to each other brought,
And nearer to the Lord.
158.
C. M.
Emily Taylor.
Communion.
1 O, here, if ever, God of love!
Let strife and hatred cease;
And every thought harmonious move,
And every heart be peace.
2 Not here, where met to think of him
Whose latest thoughts were ours,
Shall mortal passions come to dim
The prayer devotion pours.
3 No, gracious Master, not in vain
Thy life of love hath been;
The peace thou gav’st may yet remain,
Though thou no more art seen.
4 Thy kingdom come! we watch, we wait,
To hear thy cheering call;
When heaven shall ope its glorious gate,
And God be all in all.
159.
8 & 7s. M.
Anonymous.
Invitation.
1 “Come who will,” the voice from heaven,
Like a silver trumpet, calls;
“Come who will,”—the church hath given
Back the echo from its walls.
2 Come, to rivers ever flowing
From the high, eternal throne;
Come, where God, his gifts bestowing,
In the church on earth is known.
3 Heavenly music! he who listens,
Longing for his spirit’s home,
While his eye with rapture glistens,
Yearning says,—“I come, I come!”
160.
11 & 10s. M.
Anonymous.
“Come unto Me.”
1 Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather,
When the sad heart is weary and distrest,
Seeking for comfort from your Heavenly Father,
Come unto me, and I will give you rest!
2 Ye who have mourned when the spring-flowers were taken,
When the ripe fruit fell richly to the ground,
When the loved slept, in brighter homes to waken,
Where their pale brows with spirit-wreaths are crowned;
3 Large are the mansions in thy Father’s dwelling,
Glad are the homes that sorrows never dim;
Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling,
Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymn;
4 There, like an Eden blossoming in gladness,
Bloom the fair flowers the earth too rudely pressed;
Come unto me, all ye who droop in sadness,
Come unto me, and I will give you rest.
161.
8, 7, & 4s. M.
Anonymous.
The Weary and Heavy-Laden.
1 Come to Jesus, O my brothers,
Come in this accepted hour;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and power;
He is able,
He is willing,—doubt no more.
2 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness he requireth
Is to feel your need of him;
This he gives you,—
’Tis the spirit’s struggling beam.
3 Come, ye weary, heavy laden;
Wait not,—’tis your Saviour’s call;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all.
Not the righteous,
Sinners, Jesus came to call.
162.
P. M.
Moore.
Come, Ye Disconsolate.
1 Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish;
Come, at the shrine of God fervently kneel!
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.
2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,
Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure,
Here speaks the Comforter, in God’s name saying,
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.
3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing
Forth from the throne of God, living and pure;
Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.
163.
C. M.
Anonymous.
Parting Hymn.
1 Through thee as we together came,
In singleness of heart,
And met, O Jesus! in thy name,
So in thy name we part.
2 Nearer to thee our spirits lead,
And still thy love bestow,
Till thou hast made us free indeed,
And spotless, here below.
3 When to the right or left we stray,
Leave us not comfortless,
But guide our feet into the way
Of everlasting peace.
164.
6 & 10s. M.
Briggs’ Coll.
Benediction.
1 The peace which God bestows
Through him who died and rose,
The peace the Father giveth through the Son,
Be known in every mind,
The broken heart to bind,
And bless each traveller as he journeys on.
2 Ye who have known to weep,
Where your beloved sleep;
Ye who have raised the deep, the bitter cry—
God’s blessing be as balm,
The fevered heart to calm,
And wondrous peace the troubled mind supply.
3 Ere daily strifes begin
The war without, within,
The God of love, with spirit and with power,
Now on each bended head
His deepest blessing shed,
And keep us all through every troubled hour.