waste,
Weary pilgrim! hither haste.

3 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;

4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn,
Here repose your heavy care;
Who the stings of sin can bear?

5 Sufferer! come, for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound;
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.

122. C. M. Gaskell.

Spirit of Jesus.

1 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.

2 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.

3 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.

123. L. M. Bache.

"Behold How He Loved Him."

1 "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.

2 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.

3 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.

4 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.

124. L. M. A. C. Coxe.

Divine Beauty of Christ's Character.

1 How beauteous were the marks divine,