4 No, facing all its frowns or smiles,
Like him obedient still,
We homeward press, through storm or calm,
To Zion's blessed hill.
H. Bonar.
108 Olivet. L.M.
(242) The Meekness of Jesus.
How beauteous were the marks divine,
That in thy meekness used to shine;
That lit thy lonely pathway, trod