in the way so narrow
I can see a pathway thro';
And how sweetly Jesus whispers:
Take the cross, thou need'st not fear,
For I've tried this way before thee.
And the glory lingers near.

Rev. Wm. Hunter.

286 Ortonville. C.M.

_Christ Incomparable._ (590)

Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Savior's brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o'erflow.

2 No mortal can with him compare
Among the sons of men;
Fairer is he, than all the fair
Who fill the heavenly train.

3 He saw me plunged in deep distress,
And flew to my relief;
For me he bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.

4 To heaven, the place of his abode,
He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys complete.

Samuel Stennett, 1787.

287 Ortonville. C.M.

_Christ Jesus, All in All._ (591)

I've found the pearl of greatest price!
My heart doth sing for joy;
And sing I must, for Christ is mine!
Christ shall my song employ.

2 Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King;
My Prophet full of light,
My great High Priest before the throne,
My King of heavenly might.

3 Christ is my peace; he died for me,
For me he gave his blood;
And, as my wondrous Sacrifice,
Offered himself to God.

4 Christ Jesus is my All in All,--
My Comfort, and my Love;
My Life below, and he shall be
My Joy and Crown above.

John Mason, 1683. _a._

288 Ortonville. C.M.

_Invitation to Praise the Redeemer._ (588)

Oh, for a thousand tongues, to sing
My great Redeemer's praise,
The glories of my God and King
The triumphs of his grace.

2 My gracious Master, and my God,
Assist me to proclaim--
To spread, through all the earth abroad,
The honors of thy name.

3 Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
'Tis music in the sinner's ears,
'Tis life, and health, and peace.

4 He breaks the power of canceled sin,
He sets the pris'ner free:
His blood can make the foulest clean--
His blood availed for me.

5 He speaks--and, list'ning to his voice
New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.

6 Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Savior come;
And leap, ye lame, for joy.

Charles Wesley, 1740.

289 Henry. C.M.

_Praise to Christ._ (596)

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