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, That in thy meekness used to shine, That lit thy lonely pathway, trod In wondrous love, O Son of God! 2 O, who like thee,--so calm, so bright, So pure, so made to live in light? O, who like thee did ever go So patient through a world of woe? 3 O, who like thee so humbly bore The scorn, the scoffs, of men before? So meek, forgiving, godlike, high, So glorious in humility? 4 The bending angels stooped to see The lisping infant clasp thy knee, And smile, as in a father's eye, Upon thy mild divinity. 5 And death, which sets the prisoner free, Was pang and scoff and scorn to thee; Yet love through all thy torture glowed, And mercy with thy life-blood flowed. 6 O, in thy light be mine to go, Illuming all my way of woe; And give me ever on the road To trace thy footsteps, Son of God! 125. L. M. Brettell. The Life of Jesus. 1 He lived as none but he has lived, That wisest Teacher from above; He died as none but he has died,-- His every act an act of love.