2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, To preach glad tidings to the poor, 3 'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn, 4 In the last hour of deep distress, Before his Father's throne, With soul resigned he bowed, and said, "Thy will, not mine, be done!" 5 Be Christ our pattern and our guide! His image may we bear! O may we tread his holy steps, L.M. 260. The Pool of Bethesda. BARTON. 1 AROUND Bethesda's healing wave, With patience and with hope endued, 2 Had they who watched and waited there His power divine to make them whole! 3 Bethesda's pool has lost its power! Which with its healing waters went. 4 Saviour! thy love is still the same Dwells power to burst the strongest yoke; L. M. 261. "It is I; be not afraid." SIR J. E. SMITH. 1 WHEN power divine, in mortal form, 2 So when in silence nature sleeps, 3 Blest be the voice that breathes from heaven To every heart in sunder riven, When love, and joy, and hope, are fled, "Lo, it is I; be not afraid." 4 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. And when the last dread hour shall come, C. M. 262. MRS. HEMANS. "Peace! be still!" I FEAR was within the tossing bark, 2 And men stood breathless in their dread, But One was there, who rose and said And the wind ceased; it ceased! that word 4 Thou that didst rule the angry hour, 5 Thou that didst bow the billows' pride, Speak, speak, to passion's raging tide, 78. M. 263. MILMAN. He rebuked the Wind and the Sea. 1 LORD! thou didst arise and say To the troubled waters, Peace! And the tempest died away; Like another heaven was seen. 2 Lord! thy gracious word repeat In the world of darkness here. "Greater love hath no man than this." 1"SEE how he loved!" exclaimed the Jews, As tender tears from Jesus fell; My grateful heart the thought pursues, 2 See how he loved, who travelled on, 4 See how he loved, who never shrank 5 Such love can we unmoved survey? O may our breasts with ardor glow, To tread his steps, his laws obey, And thus our warm affections show! 1 THE winds were howling o'er the deep, Each wave a watery hill: The Saviour wakened from his sleep; He spake, and all was still. 2 The madman in a tomb had made Woe to the traveller who strayed, 3 He met that glance so thrilling sweet, 4 O madder than the raving man! How long the time since Christ began To call in vain to me! 5 Yet could I hear him once again, Methinks he should not call in vain L. M. 266. RUSSELL. "He hath not where to lay his head." 1 O'ER the dark wave of Galilee The gloom of twilight gathers fast, |