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These ways were strewed with garments once

and palm,

Which we tread thus ;

Here through Thy triumph on Thou passedst, calm,

On to Thy Cross.

The waves have washt fresh sand upon the

shore

Of Galilee ;

But chiselled on the hill-sides evermore,
Thy paths we see.

Man has not changed them in that slumbering

land,

Nor time effaced :

Where Thy feet trod to bless we still may stand;

All can be traced.

Yet we have traces of Thy footsteps far
Truer than these ;

Where'er the poor and tried and suffering are,

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Nor with fond, sad regrets Thy steps we trace; Thou art not dead!

Our path is onward till we see Thy face
And hear Thy tread.

And now wherever meets Thy lowliest band
In praise and prayer,

There is Thy presence, there Thy Holy Land,—
Thou, Thou art there!

THIS IS MY BELOVED AND THIS IS MY FRIEND.

JESUS, Thou Joy of loving hearts!
Thou Fount of Life! Thou Light
of men !

From the best bliss that earth imparts,
We turn unfilled to Thee again.

Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;

;

Thou savest those that on Thee call To them that seek Thee, Thou art good, To them that find Thee All in All!

We taste Thee, O Thou Living Bread,
And long to feast upon Thee still;
We drink of Thee, the Fountain Head,
And thirst our souls from Thee to fill.

Our restless spirits yearn for Thee,
Where'er our changeful lot is cast;
Glad, when Thy gracious smile we see,

Blest, when our faith can hold Thee fast.

O Jesu, ever with us stay!

Make all our moments calm and bright; Chase the dark night of sin away,

Shed o'er the world Thy holy light!

O LORD, THOU KNOWEST!

HOU knowest, Lord, the weariness and sorrow

Of the sad heart that comes to Thee

for rest.

Cares of to-day, and burdens for to-morrow,
Blessings implored, and sins to be confest, -
I come before Thee at Thy gracious word,
And lay them at Thy feet-Thou knowest,
Lord.

Thou knowest all the past, how long and blindly

On the dark mountains the lost wanderer

strayed,

How the Good Shepherd followed, and how kindly

He bore it home, upon His shoulders laid, And healed the bleeding wounds, and soothed

the pain,

And brought back life, and hope, and strength

again.

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