JESUS WITHOUT A HOME.

92.

3 Then wherefore, wherefore were they made,
All dyed with rainbow light,
All fashioned with supremest grace,
Upspringing day and night:-

4 Springing in valleys green and low,
And on the mountains high,
And in the silent wilderness
Where no man passes by?

5 Our outward life requires them not,-
Then wherefore had they birth?
To minister delight to man,

To beautify the earth;

6 To comfort man,—to whisper hope, Whene'er his faith is dim;

92.

For who so careth for the flowers,
Will much more care for him.

The Son of Man hath not where L. M. to lay his head.

Rockingham.

1 ON the dark wave of Galilee

W. Russell.

The gloom of twilight gathers fast,
And o'er the waters drearily

Sweeps the bleak, chilly evening blast.

2 The weary bird hath left the air,

And sunk into her sheltered nest;
The wandering beast hath sought his lair,
And laid him down to welcome rest.

3 Still, near the lake, with weary tread,
Lingers a form of human kind;

And from his lone, unshelter'd head,
Flows the chill night damp on the wind.

93.

THE WIDOW OF NAIN.

4 Why seeks not he a home of rest?

93.

Why seeks not he the pillow'd bed?
Beasts have their dens, the bird its nest,-
He hath not where to lay his head!

5 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.

The Widow of Nain. 11's & 10's M.

Heber.

1 WAKE not, oh mother! sounds of lamentation! Weep not, oh widow! weep not hopelessly! Strong is his arm, the bringer of salvation,

Strong is the word of God to succor thee!

2 Bear forth the cold corpse, slowly, slowly bear him;

Hide his pale features with the sable pall: Chide not the sad one wildly weeping near him: Widowed and childless, she has lost her all!

3 Why pause the mourners? who forbids their weeping?

Who the dark pomp of sorrow hath delayed? "Set down the bier, he is not dead but sleeping! Young man, arise!" He spake, and was

obey'd!

4 Change, then, oh sad one! grief to exultation, Worship, and fall before Messiah's knee. Strong was his arm, the bringer of salvation, Strong was the word of God to succor thee!

Sir J. E. Smith.

1 WHEN power divine, in mortal form,
Hushed, with a word, the raging storm,
In soothing accents Jesus said,
"Lo! it is I,-be not afraid."

2 So when in silence nature sleeps,
And his lone watch the mourner keeps,
This thought shall every fear remove,—
Trust, feeble man, thy maker's love.

3 God calms the tumult and the storm;
He rules the seraph and the worm;
No creature is by him forgot,

Of those who know or know him not.

4 And when the last dread hour shall come,
And shuddering nature waits her doom,
This voice shall wake the pious dead,—
"Lo! it is I,-be not afraid."

95.

"He hath borne our griefs." 6 1. L. M.

Eaton.

Grant.

1 When gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
On Him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienced every human pain;
He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.

2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly virtue's narrow way,
To fly the good I should pursue,
Or do the sin I should not do;
Still he, who felt temptation's power,
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.

96.

JESUS STILLING THE TEMPEST.

3 When mourning o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend;
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me for a little while;

Thou, Saviour, mark'st the tears I shed,
For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead.

4 And O, when I have safely past
Through every conflict but the last,
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My painful bed, for thou hast died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.

96.

Jesus Stilling the Tempest. C. M.

Woodstock.

Mrs Hemans.

1 FEAR was within the tossing bark,
When stormy winds grew loud,
And waves came rolling high and dark,
And the tall mast was bowed.

2 And men stood breathless in their dread,
And baffled in their skill,-

But One was there, who rose and said
To the wild sea, "Be still!"

3 And the wind ceased,-it ceased!-that word Passed through the stormy sky;

The troubled billows knew their Lord,
And sank beneath his eye.

4 And slumber settled on the deep,
And silence on the blast,

As when the righteous falls asleep,
When death's fierce throes are passed.

5 Thou, that didst bow the billow's pride,
Subdue us to thy will,-

SEE HOW HE LOVED.

Speak, speak to passion's raging tide,
Speak and say,-"Peace, be still!"

97, 98.

97.

"He was despised and rejected
of Men."

C. M.

- Dundee.

1 THE Saviour comes! no outward pomp
Bespeaks his presence nigh!
No earthly beauties in him shine,
To draw the carnal eye.

2 Fair as a blooming, tender flower,
Amidst the desert grows;
So, slighted and despised by man,
The heavenly Saviour rose.

3 With sinners in the dust he lay,
The rich a grave supplied,
Unspotted was his blameless life,
Unstained by sin he died.

4 He died to bear the guilt of men,
That sin might be forgiven;
He lives to bless them, and defend,
And plead their cause in heaven.

98.

"See how he loved."

Effingham.

L. M.

1 "SEE how he loved!" exclaimed the Jews,
As tender tears from Jesus fell;
My grateful heart the thought pursues,
And on the theme delights to dwell.

2 See how he loved, who travelled on Teaching the doctrine from the skies;