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Edward Denny·Modern
Verse 1
What grace, O Lord! and beauty shone
Around thy steps below!
What patient love was seen in all
Thy life and death of woe!
Verse 2
Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,
Thy friends unfaithful prove;
Unwearied in forgiveness still,
Thy heart could only love.
Verse 3
Oh, give us hearts to love like thee;
Like thee, O Lord! to grieve
Far more for others’ sins, than all
The wrongs that we receive.
Verse 4
One with thyself, may every eye,
In us, thy brethren, see
That gentleness and grace that springs
From union, Lord, with thee.
Edward Denny, “What Grace, O Lord! and Beauty Shone”
Otterbein 1890 No. 104 · C.M · Invitation
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John G. Whittier·Modern
Verse 1
We may not climb the heavenly steeps
To bring the Lord Christ down;
In vain we search the lowest deeps,
For him no depths can drown.
Verse 2
But warm, sweet, tender, even yet
A present help is he;
And faith has yet its Olivet,
And love its Galilee.
Verse 3
The healing of the seamless dress
Is by our beds of pain;
We touch him in life’s throng and press,
And we are whole again.
Verse 4
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.
Verse 5
O Lord and Master of us all,
Whate’er our name or sign,
We own thy sway, we hear thy call,
We test our lives by thine!
John G. Whittier, “We May Not Climb the Heavenly Steeps”
Otterbein 1890 No. 105 · C.M · Invitation
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Louisa Hensel·Modern
Verse 1
Ever would I fain be reading,
In the ancient holy Book,
Of my Savior’s gentle pleading,
Truth in ev’ry 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.
Verse 2
How no contrite soul e’er sought him,
And was bidden to depart;
How, with gentle words he taught him,
Took the death from out his heart.
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.
Verse 3
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.
Let me kneel, my Lord! before thee,
Let my heart in tears o’erflow,
Melted by thy love adore thee,
Blessed in thee, mid joy or woe.
Otterbein 1890 No. 114 · 8s & 7s D · Bavaria
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