Thy Cross and passion on the tree, Thy precious death and life pray : Take all, take all my sins away! O let me kiss Thy bleeding feet, And bathe and wash them with my tears! The story of Thy love repeat

Thy Cross and passion on the tree, Thy precious death and life pray : Take all, take all my sins away! O let me kiss Thy bleeding feet, And bathe and wash them with my tears! The story of Thy love repeat

Ah, did not He the heavenly throne A little thing esteem, And not unworthy for my sake A mortal body deem? When In His flesh they drove the nails, Did He not all endure? What name is there to fit a life

Make this the acceptable hour; Come,O my soul's physician Thou! Display Thy sanctifying power, And show me Thy salvation now. Wouldst Thou the body's health restore, And not regard the Sin-sick soul? The

Wouldst Thou the body's health restore, And not regard the Sin-sick soul? The sin-sick soul Thou lov'st much more, And surely Thou shalt make It whole. BAll my disease, my every sin, To Thee, O Jesus,

JESUS, who lived above the sky, Came down to be a man and die; And in the Bible we may see How very good He used to be. He went about—He was so kind— To cure poor people who were blind; And many who were

O Child! Thy silence speaks, And bids us not refuse To bear what flesh would shun, To spurn what flesh would choose. Fill us with holy love, Heal Thou our earthly pride; Born in each lowly heart, For ever

Who for me, for me, hast died. Of life the Fountain Thou, I know, I feel It now; Faint and dead no more I drop Through Him the first fond prayers are said Our lips of childhood frame, The last low whispers

Then God sent an angel from heaven so high, To certain poor shepherds in fields where they lie, And bade them no longer In sor¬row to stay, Because that our Saviour was born on this day. Fountain of life

Evil things are there before Thee; In the heart, where they have fed, Wilt Thou pitifully enter, Son of Man, and lay Thy head? Enter, then, O Christ most holy; Make a Christmas in my heart; Make a heaven

A servant's form He wore, And In His body bore Our dreadful curse on Calvary : He like a victim stood, And poured His sacred blood, To set the guilty captives free. But soon the Victor rose Triumphant

The self-existing God supreme, Our Saviour we adore, Fountain of life eternal, Him We worship evermore : Out of His plenitude receive Ineffable delight, And shall through endless ages live Triumphant in

seek for Jesus in repose, When round my heart its chambers close; Abroad, and when I shut the door, I long for Jesus evermore. With Mary in the morning gloom I seek for Jesus at the tomb; For Him, with

Through Him the first fond prayers are said Our lips of childhood frame, The last low whispers of our dead Are burdened with His name. O Lord and Master of us all, Whate'er our name or sign, We own Thy

Accept my new-born cry Bee the travail of Thy soul, Saviour, and be satisfied; Take me now, possess me whole, Who for me, for me, hast died. Of life the Fountain Thou, I know, I feel It now; Faint and

O FILIAL Deity, Accept my new-born cry; Bee the travail of Thy soul, Saviour, and be satisfied; Take me now, possess me whole, Who for me, for me, hast died. Of life the Fountain Thou, I know, I feel It

The self-existing God supreme, Our Saviour we adore, Fountain of life eternal, Him We worship evermore : Out of His plenitude receive Ineffable delight, And shall through endless ages live Triumphant in

The people of the Hebrews With palms before Thee went; Our praise, and prayer,and anthems Before Thee we present. All glory— To Thee before Thy passion They sang their hymns of praise; To Thee now high