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| 126 1 0 Thou, who by a star didst guide 1 To us a Child of hope is born, The wise men on their way,

To us a Son is given ; Until it came and stood beside

Him shall the tribes of earth obey, The place where Jesus lay ;

Him all the hosts of heaven. 2 Although by stars Thou dost not lead 2 His name shall be the Prince of Peace, Thy servants now below,

For evermore adored ;
Thy Holy Spirit, when they need, The Wonderful, the Counsellor,
Will show them how to go.

The great and mighty Lord ! 3 As yet we know Thee but in part : 3 His power, increasing, still shall spread; But still we trust Thy word,

His reign no end shall know; That blesséd are the pure in heart, Justice shall guard His throne above, For they shall see the Lord.

And peace abound below.
4 O Saviour, give us then Thy grace, 4 To us a Child of hope is born,
To make us pure in heart,

To us a Son is given ;
That we may see Thee face to face The Wonderful, the Counsellor,
Hereafter, as Thou art.

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127 1 Jesus is God! the glorious bands I MESSIAH, at Thy glad approach Of holy angels sing

The howling winds are still;
Songs of adoring praise to Him,

Thy praises fill the lonely waste,
Their Maker and their King.

And breathe from every hill. 2 He was true God in Bethlehem's crib, 2 Renewed, the earth a robe of light, On Calvary's cross, true God;

A robe of beauty wears ; He who in heaven, eternal reigned, And in new heavens a brighter Sun In time, on earth abode.

Leads on the promised years. 3 Oh, had I but an angel's voice, 3 Let Israel to the Prince of Peace I would proclaim so loud,

The loud hosanna sing ;
Jesus the Good, the Beautiful,

With hallelujahs and with hymns,
Is everlasting God!

O Zion, hail Thy King!

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3 Those mighty hands that stay the sky, 1 LORD, in Thy temple we appear,

No earthly toil refuse ;
As happy Simeon came,

And He who set the stars on high,
And hope to meet our Saviour here; A humble trade pursues.
Oh make our joys the same !

4 He before whom the angels stand, 2 With what divine and vast delight

At whose behest they fly,
The good old man was filled,

Now yields Himself to man's command,
When fondly in his withered arms And lays His glory by.
He clasped the Holy Child !

5 The Father's Name we loudly raise, 3 “Now I can leave this world,” he cried, The Son we all adore, “Behold, Thy servant dies;

The Holy Ghost, One God, we praise, • I've seen Thy great salvation, Lord, Both now and evermore. And close my peaceful eyes.”

130 4 Jesus, the vision of Thy face Hath overpowering charms ;

I As to His earthly parents' home,
Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace,

Went down the Holy Child,
If Christ be in my arms.

And found His Father's business

there, 5 When flesh shall fail, and heart-strings

Subjection meek and mild :
break,
Sweet will the minutes roll ; 2 And as obedience, all those years
A mortal paleness on my cheek,

In lowly Nazareth,
But glory in my soul.

Forsook Him not, but bore Him on,

Obedient unto death : i In stature grows the heavenly Child, 13 So by Thy mercies teach us, Lord, With death before His eyes ;

Our sacrifice to bring, A Lamb unblemished, meek and mild, Our treasures, heart, and life, and love, Prepared for sacrifice.

To spread before our King. 2 The Son of God His glory hides 4 Thy presence is our guiding star, With parents mean and poor ;

We seek Thy holy hill; And He who made the heavens abides Transform us, Lord, renew our minds, In dwelling-place obscure.

To prove Thy perfect will.

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1 3 Oh where is He that trod the sea;

Oh where is He that spake, I BEHOLD, where in a mortal form

And demons from their victims flee, Appears each grace divine ! The virtues, all in Jesus met,

The dead from slumber wake! With mildest radiance shine. 14 Here, here art Thou, Almighty Lord ! 2. To spread the rays of heavenly light,

Oh speak to us once more,
To give the mourner joy,

And let Thy healing, quickening word, To preach glad tidings to the poor,

Our ruined souls restore ! Was His divine employ. 3 'Mid keen reproach, and cruel scorn,

1 A PILGRIM through this lonely world, Patient and meek He stood;

The blesséd Saviour passed ; His foes, ungrateful, sought His life;

e ; A mourner all His life was He, He labored for their good.

A dying Lamb at last. In the last hour of deep distress,

2 That tender heart which felt for all, Before His Father's throne,

For us its life-blood gave; With soul resigned, He bowed, and said,

said, It found on earth no resting-place, “Thy will, not Mine, be done !” 1

Save only in the grave.

soveroniu; 5 Be Christ our Pattern and our Guide ; 12 Such was our Lord ; and shall we fear His image may we bear;

The cross with all its scorn ? Oh may we tread His holy steps,

Or love a faithless, evil world His joy and glory share.

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14 No, facing all its frowns or smiles, i Oh where is He that trod the sea;

Like Him, obedient still, Oh where is He that spake,

We homeward press, through storm or And lepers from their pains are free,

calm, And slaves their fetters break!

To Zion's blesséd hill. 2 The lame and palsied freely rise, 5 Dead to the world with Him who died With joy the dumb do sing;

To win our hearts, our love, And on the darkened, blinded eyes | We, risen with our risen Head,

Glad beams of morning spring! I In spirit dwell above.

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| 2 From heaven He came, of heaven He 1 WHEN like a stranger on our sphere,

spoke, The lowly Jesus wandered here,

To heaven He led His followers' way; Where'er He went, affliction fled,

Dark clouds of gloomy night He broke, And sickness reared her fainting head. / Unveiling an immortal day. 2 The eye that rolled in irksome night, 3 “Come, wanderers, to my Father's

Beheld His face,-for God is light; I home;
The opening ear, the loosened tongue, Come, all ye weary ones, and rest :"

His precepts heard, His praises sung. Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come, 3 With bounding steps, the halt and lame

Obey Thee, love Thee, and be blest. To hail their great Deliverer came;

Psalm 45.
O'er the cold grave He bowed His head,
He spake the word, and raised the dead. 1 Now be my heart inspired to sing

The glories of my Saviour-King, 4 Despairing madness, dark and wild,

Jesus, the Lord ; how heavenly fair In His inspiring presence smiled;

His form! how bright His beauties are! The storm of horror ceased to roll,

And reason lightened through the soul. 2 O'er all the sons of human race 5 Through paths of loving-kindness led, He shines with a superior grace ; Where Jesus triumphed, we would

Love from His lips divinely flows, tread;

And blessings all His state compose. To all, with willing hands, dispense

3 Thy throne, O God, forever stands; The gifts of our benevolence.

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Thy laws and works are just and right;

Justice and grace are Thy delight. 1 How sweetly flowed the gospel sound

From lips of gentleness and grace, 4 God! Thine own God has richly shed When listening thousands gathered His oil of gladness on Thy head ; round,

And with His sacred Spirit blessed And joy and reverence filled the place!! His first-born Son above the rest.

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Such love, and meekness so divine, i How beauteous were the marks divine

sus were the marks divine I would transcribe and make them mine. That in Thy meekness used to shine, 1 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air That lit Thy lonely pathway, trod Witnessed the fervor of Thy prayer ;

In wondrous love, O Son of God ! The desert Thy temptations knew, 2 Oh who like Thee, so calm, so bright, Thy conflict and Thy victory too.

So pure, so made to live in light,- 1 4 Be Thou my Pattern ; make me bear Oh who like Thee did ever go

More of Thy gracious image here ; So patient through a world of woe? Then God, the Judge, shall own my 3 Oh who like Thee, so humbly bore

name The scorn, the scoffs of men, before ?

Among the followers of the Lamb. So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,

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i O WONDROUS type, O vision fair, 4 E'en death,which sets the prisoner free, Of glory that the Church shall share, Was pang and scoff and scorn to Thee; Which Christ upon the mountain shows, Yet love through all Thy torture glowed, Where brighter than the sun He glows ! And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed.

2 With shining face and bright array, 5 Oh, in Thy light, be mine to go, Christ deigns to manifest to-day · Illuming all my way of woe !

What glory shall be theirs above, And give me ever on the road

Who joy in God with perfect love. To trace Thy footsteps, Son of God !

3 And faithful hearts are raised on high

By this great vision's mystery ; 1 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord, For which in joyful strains we raise I read my duty in Thy word ;

The voice of prayer, the hymn of praise. But in Thy life the law appears

4 O Father, with the Eternal Son, Drawn out in living characters.

And Holy Spirit, ever One, 2 Such was Thy truth, and such Thy zeal, Vouchsafe to bring us by Thy grace

Such deference to Thy Father's will, | To see Thy glory face to face.

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