He hath filled the hungry with good things; and the rich he hath sent empty away.

He hath holpen his servant Israel, in remembrance of his mercy.

As he spake to our fathers, to Abraham, and to his seed for ever.

Or this Hymn:

SONG OF THE BLESSED MOTHER.

MY soul and spirit, filled with joy,

My God and Saviour praise,

Whose goodness did from poor estate
His humble handmaid raise.

Me blessed of God, the God of power,
All ages shall confess;

Whose Name is holy, and whose love
His saints shall ever bless.

The proud and all their vain designs
He quickly did confound;

He cast the mighty from their seat,
The meek and humble crowned.

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The hungry with good things were filled,
The rich with hunger pined;

He sent his servant Israel help,
And called his love to mind;

Which to our fathers heretofore
By oath he did insure,

To Abra'm and his chosen seed
For ever to endure.

II.

Nunc dimittis.-St. Luke ii.

LORD, now lettest thou thy servant depart in

peace, according to thy word:

For mine eyes have seen thy salvation,

Which thou hast prepared before the face of all people;

A light to lighten the Gentiles, and the glory of thy people Israel.

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Or this Hymn:

THE BETTER LAND.

RIEF life is here our portion,
Brief sorrow, short-lived care;
The Life that knows no ending,

The tearless Life is there.
O happy retribution,

Short toil, eternal rest!
For mortals and for sinners

A mansion with the Blest!

There God, my King and Portion,
In fulness of His Grace,

Shall we behold for ever,
And worship face to face.
Jerusalem the glorious!
The glory of the elect,
O dear and future vision
That eager hearts expect.

Jerusalem the only,

7s & 6s.

That look'st from Heaven below,

In thee is all my glory,
In me is all my woe:

O Land that seest no sorrow;

O State that fear'st no strife!
O princely bowers! O Land of flowers!
O realm and home of life!

GL

III.

Gloria in excelsis.

LORY be to God in the highest, on earth, peace, good will toward men.

Or this:

GLORY be to God on
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peace,

LORY be to God on high, and on earth good will towards men. We praise thee, we bless thee, we worship thee, we glorify thee, we give thanks to thee for thy great glory, O Lord God, heavenly King, God the Father Almighty. O God, through thy only-begotten Son Jesus Christ, Lamb of God, Son of the Father, who taketh the sins of the world, have mercy upaway on us. Through him that taketh away the sins of the world, have mercy upon us. Through him that taketh away the sins of the world, receive our prayer. Through him that sitteth at the right hand of God the Father, have mercy upon us. For thou only art holy; thou only art the Lord; thou only, in Christ, with the Holy Ghost, art most high in thy glory, O God our Father. Amen.

Or this:

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OUR SAVIOUR'S BIRTH.

ALM on the listening ear of night
Come heaven's melodious strains,
Where wild Judea stretches far

Her silver-mantled plains!

Celestial choirs, from courts above,
Shed sacred glories there;
And angels, with their sparkling lyres,
Make music on the air.

The answering hills of Palestine
Send back the glad reply;
And greet, from all their holy heights,
The day-spring from on high.

O'er the blue depths of Galilee
There comes a holier calm,
And Sharon waves, in solemn praise,
Her silent groves of palm.

"Glory to God!" the sounding skies
Loud with their anthems sing-
"Peace on earth-good will to men,
From heaven's Eternal King."

IV.

Venite ad me.-St. Matt. xi. 28.

C. M.

COME unto me all ye that labor, and are heavy

laden; and I will give you rest.

Take my yoke upon you; and learn of me.

For I am meek and lowly of heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.

For my yoke is

easy; and my burden light.

Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

Or this Hymn:

INVITATIONS OF JESUS.

COME, said Jesus' sacred voice,

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Come and make my paths your choice:

I will guide you to your home;

Weary pilgrim, hither come!

Thou, who, houseless, sole, forlorn,
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,
Long hast roamed the barren waste,
Weary pilgrim, hither haste!

Ye, who, tossed on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain;
Ye, whose swoln and sleepless eyes
Watch to see the morning rise:

Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn,
Here repose your heavy care:
A wounded spirit who can bear?

Sinner, come! for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound;
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.