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Christ’s Invitations

Author: Barbauld Hymnal: BHPPD866 #121 (1866) First Line: Come, said Jesus' sacred voice Lyrics: Come, said Jesus’ sacred voice, Come and make my paths your choice; I will guide you to your home; Weary pilgrim! hither come. Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world’s scorn, Long hast roamed the barren waste, Weary pilgrim! hither haste. Ye who, tossed on beds of pain, Seek for ease, and seek in vain; Ye whose swoln and sleepless eyes Watch to see the morning rise; Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, In remorse for guilt who mourn, Here repose your heavy care; Who the stings of sin can bear? Sufferer! come, for here is found Balm that flows for every wound; Peace that ever shall endure, Rest eternal, sacred, sure. Languages: English

Spirit of Jesus

Author: Gaskell Hymnal: BHPPD866 #122 (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: O, NOT to crush with abject fear Lyrics: O, not to crush with abject fear The burdened soul of man Did Jesus on the earth appear, And open heaven’s high plan: He came to bid him find repose, And God his Father know; And thus with love to raise up those That once were bowed low. O, not in coldness nor in pride His holy path he trod; ’Twas his delight to turn aside And win the lost to God; And unto sorrowing guilt disclose The fount whence peace should flow; And thus with love to raise up those That once were bowed low. O, not with cold, unfeeling eye Did he the suffering view; Not on the other side pass by, And deem their tears untrue; ’Twas joy to him to heal their woes, And heaven’s sweet refuge show; And thus with love to raise up those That once were bowed low. Languages: English

“Behold How He Loved Him.”

Author: Bache Hymnal: BHPPD866 #123 (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: "See how he loved!" exclaimed the Jews Lyrics: “See how he loved!” exclaimed the Jews, When Jesus o’er his Lazarus wept; My grateful heart the words shall use, While on his life my eye is kept. See how he loved, who travelled on, Teaching the doctrine from the skies; Who bade disease and pain be gone, And called the sleeping dead to rise. See how he loved, who, firm yet mild, With patience bore the scoffing tongue; Though oft provoked, yet ne’er reviled, Nor did his greatest foe a wrong. See how he loved, who never shrank From toil or danger, pain or death; Who all the cup of sorrow drank, And meekly yielded up his breath. Languages: English

Divine Beauty of Christ’s Character

Author: A. C. Coxe Hymnal: BHPPD866 #124 (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: How beauteous were the marks divine Lyrics: How beauteous were the marks divine, That in thy meekness used to shine, That lit thy lonely pathway, trod In wondrous love, O Son of God! O, who like thee,—so calm, so bright, So pure, so made to live in light? O, who like thee did ever go So patient through a world of woe? O, who like thee so humbly bore The scorn, the scoffs, of men before? So meek, forgiving, godlike, high, So glorious in humility? The bending angels stooped to see The lisping infant clasp thy knee, And smile, as in a father’s eye, Upon thy mild divinity. And death, which sets the prisoner free, Was pang and scoff and scorn to thee; Yet love through all thy torture glowed, And mercy with thy life-blood flowed. O, in thy light be mine to go, Illuming all my way of woe; And give me ever on the road To trace thy footsteps, Son of God! Languages: English

The Life of Jesus

Author: Brettell Hymnal: BHPPD866 #125 (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: He lived as none but he has lived Lyrics: He lived as none but he has lived, That wisest Teacher from above; He died as none but he has died,— His every act an act of love. His fervent piety was breathed To the lone waste, the desert hill; And in the haunts of men he sought To do his Heavenly Father’s will. He preached the gospel to the poor, Beside the couch of anguish stood, Consoled the sufferer, healed the sick, And went about still doing good. With sinners he conversed, and gave Peace to the weary, troubled mind; Yet free from stain till life’s last hour, In him his foes no fault could find. Born ’midst the humblest sons of earth, All earth’s temptations he withstood; And yet all human praise renounced, Declaring God alone is good. Languages: English

He Had Not Where to Lay His Head

Author: Anonymous Hymnal: BHPPD866 #126 (1866) Meter: Irregular First Line: Birds have their quiet nest Lyrics: Birds have their quiet nest, Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed; All creatures have their rest, But Jesus had not where to lay his head. And yet he came to give The weary and the heavy-laden rest; To bid the sinner live, And soothe our griefs to slumber on his breast. Let the birds seek their nest, Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed; Come, Saviour, in my breast Come and repose thine oft rejected head! Come! give me rest, and take The only rest on earth thou lov’st, within A heart that for thy sake Shall purify itself from every sin. Languages: English

Through His Poverty Made Rich

Author: Russell Hymnal: BHPPD866 #127 (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: On the dark-wave of Galilee Lyrics: On the dark-wave of Galilee The gloom of twilight gathers fast; And o’er the waters heavily Sweeps cold and drear the evening blast. Still near the lake, with weary tread, Lingers a form of human kind; And on his lone, unsheltered head, Flows the chill night-damp of the wind. Why seeks he not a home of rest? Why seeks he not the pillowed bed? Beasts have their dens, the bird his nest;— He hath not where to lay his head. Such was the lot he freely chose, To bless, to save, the human race; And through his poverty there flows A rich, full stream of heavenly grace. Languages: English

Christ The Sufferer

Author: Gaskell Hymnal: BHPPD866 #128 (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Dark were the paths our Master trod Lyrics: Dark were the paths our Master trod, Yet never failed his trust in God; Cruel and fierce the wrongs he bore, Yet he but felt for man the more. Unto the cross in faith he went, His Father’s willing instrument; Upon the cross his prayer arose In pity for his ruthless foes. O, may we all his kindred be, By holy love and sympathy; Still loving man through every ill, And trusting in our Father’s will! Languages: English

Christ The Sufferer

Author: Bulfinch Hymnal: BHPPD866 #129 (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: O SUFFERING Friend of human kind! Lyrics: O suffering Friend of human kind! How, as the fatal hour drew near, Came thronging on thy holy mind The images of grief and fear. Gethsemane’s sad midnight scene, The faithless friends, the exulting foes, The thorny crown, the insult keen, The scourge, the cross, before thee rose. Did not thy spirit shrink dismayed, As the dark vision o’er it came; And though in sinless strength arrayed, Turn, shuddering, from the death of shame? Onward, like thee, through scorn and dread, May we our Father’s call obey, Steadfast thy path of duty tread, And rise, through death, to endless day. Languages: English

“Thy Will, Not Mine, Be Done.”

Author: Doddridge Hymnal: BHPPD866 #130 (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: "Father divine!" the Saviour cried Lyrics: “Father divine!” the Saviour cried, While horrors pressed on every side, And prostrate on the ground he lay, “Remove this bitter cup away. “But if these pangs must still be borne, Or helpless man be left forlorn, I bow my soul before thy throne, And say,—Thy will, not mine, be done!” Thus our submissive souls would bow, And, taught by Jesus, lie as low; Our hearts, and not our lips alone, Would say,—Thy will, not ours, be done! Languages: English