They were admirers one hour, and murderers at heart the next. Honest servants of Christ must not wonder if warm friends become bitter foes because of the truth. Man is fickle, and those are wisest who do not lean upon him.
The world his abject poverty
And low estate disdain,
And nothing great in Jesus see,
The humble Son of Man.
But we who Christ aright have known,
And seen with inward eyes,
Adore him as th’ Almighty One
Who made both earth and skies.
Behold the sin-atoning Lamb,
With wonder, gratitude, and love:
To take away our guilt and shame,
See him descending from above.
Our sins and griefs on him were laid;
He meekly bore the mighty load;
Our ransom-price he fully paid
In groans and tears, in sweat and blood.
To save a guilty world he dies;
Sinners, behold the bleeding Lamb!
To him lift up your longing eyes,
And hope for mercy in his name.
Of old at Cana’s marriage feast
As guest behold the Lord!
Joy from his gentle presence flowed,
And plenty from his word.
He check’d no gladness, such as might
The Christian’s heart become;
From him no shadow ever fell
Upon a Christian home.
And so let all our festal joy
Be in his presence found,
And so let every spot on earth
Be counted “holy ground.”
Not all the outward forms on earth,
Nor rites that God has given,
Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth,
Can raise a soul to heaven.
The sovereign will of God alone
Creates us heirs of grace;
Born in the image of his Son,
A new peculiar race.
The Spirit, like some heavenly wind,
Blows on the sons of flesh;
Creates a new—a heavenly mind,
And forms the man afresh.
Our quicken’d souls awake and rise
From the long sleep of death;
On heavenly things we fix our eyes,
And praise employs our Breath.
I heard the voice of Jesus say,
Behold I freely give
The living water—thirsty one,
Stoop down, and drink, and live.”
I came to Jesus, and I drank
Of that life-giving stream;
My thirst was quench’d, my soul revived,
And now I live in him.
Fain would I be often reading
In the ancient holy Book,
Of my Saviour’s gentle pleading,
Truth in every word and look.
How to all the sick and tearful
Help was ever gladly shown;
How he sought the poor and fearful,
Called them brothers and his own.
Still I read the ancient story,
And my joy is ever new,
How for us he left his glory,
How he still is kind and true.
How the flock he gently leadeth,
Whom his Father gave him here;
How his arms he widely spreadeth
To his heart to draw us near.
Our flesh and sense must be denied,
Passion and envy, lust, and pride,
Whilst justice, temp’rance, truth, and love,
Our inward piety approve.
Tender and kind be all our thoughts,
Through all our lives let mercy run:
Since God forgives our numerous faults,
For the dear sake of Christ his Son.