2 There his inmost heart's emotion Made he to his Father known; In the spirit of devotion Musing there alone. 3 So let us, from earth retiring, Seek our God and Father's throne; And, to other scenes aspiring, Train our hearts, alone. 119. L. M. Bowring. Jesus Teaching the People. 1 How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound From lips of gentleness and grace, When listening thousands gathered round, And joy and reverence filled the place. 2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke, To heaven he led his followers' way; Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, Unveiling an immortal day. 3 "Come wanderers, to my Father's home, Come, all ye weary ones, and rest!" Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come, Obey thee, love thee, and be blest. 4 Decay, then, tenements of dust! Pillars of earthly pride, decay! A nobler mansion waits the just, And Jesus has prepared the way. 120. 7s. M. Anonymous. The Mind Which Was in Christ Jesus. 1 Ever patient, loving, meek, Holy Saviour, was thy mind; Vainly in myself I seek Likeness to my Lord to find; Yet the mind that was in thee May be, must be, formed in me. 2 Since such griefs were thine to bear, For each sufferer thou couldst feel, Every mourner's burden share, Every wounded spirit heal. Saviour, let thy grace in me Form that mind which was in thee. 3 When my pain is most intense, Let thy cross my lesson prove; Let me hear thee even thence; Breathing words of peace and love; Thus thy grace shall form in me The same mind which was in thee. 121. 7s. M. Barbauld. Christ's Invitations. 1 Come, said Jesus' sacred voice, Come and make my paths your choice; I will guide you to your home; Weary pilgrim! hither come. 2 Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roamed the barren 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.