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C. M.

Comfort from the Biblc.
1 Lord, I have made thy word my choice,

My lasting heritage ;
There shall my noblest powers rejoice,

My warmest thoughts engage.
2 I'll read the histories of thy love,

And keep thy laws in sight,
While through the promises I rove,

With ever-fresh delight.
3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown,

Where springs of life arise,
Seeds of immortal bliss are sown,

And hidden glory lies.
4 The best relief that mourners have

It makes our sorrows blest;
Our fairest hope beyond the grave,

And our eternal rest.


L. M.

ANONYMOUS. The Same. 1 Thou Book of life!-in thee are found

The mysteries of my Maker's will;
Treasures of knowledge here abound,

• The deepest, loftiest mind to fill.
2 Thou art a banquet ;-choicest food

I'll seek in thee: thou art a rock,
Whence pour sweet waters ; every good

From thee doth flow for Christ's own flock. 3 Light of the world! thy beams impart

To lead my feet through life's dark way;
O shine on this benighted heart,
Nor let me from thy guidance stray.

4 Healer of all the woes of life!

The balm of souls diseased ; to save
From all earth's pain; and end the strifo

Of death, with victory o'er the grave !

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S. M.

The Bible.
1 It is the one true light,

When other lamps grow dim,
’T will never burn less purely bright,

Nor lead astray from Him.
It is Love's blessed band,

That reaches from the throne
To him whoe'er he be-whose hand

Will seize it for his own!
2 It is the golden key

Unto celestial wealth,
Joy to the sons of poverty,

And to the sick man, health!
The gently proffer'd aid

Of one who knows and best
Supplies the beings he has made

With what will make them blessed.
3 It is the sweetest sound

That infant years can hear,
Travelling across that holy ground,

With God and angels near.
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and sorrow go;
And how it smooths the dying bed,
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C. M.

The Saviour Foretold.
1 Benold my servant; see him rise

Exalted in my might!
Him have I chosen, and in him

I place supreme delight.
2 On him in rich effusion poured,

My spirit shall descend;
My truth and judgment he shall show

To earth's remotest end.
3 Gentle and still shall be his voice;

No threats from him proceed;
The smoking flax shall he not quench,

Nor break the bruised reed.
4 The feeble spark to fames he'll raise ;

The weak will not despise;
Judgment he shall bring forth to truth,

And make the fallen rise.
5 The progress of his zeal and power

Shall never know decline,
Till foreign lands and distant isles

Receive the law divine.

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11s. M.

"Prepare ye the Way of the Lord.
1 A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill ;

The Lord is advancing! prepare ye the way!
The word of Jehovah he comes to fulfil,
And o'er the dark world pour the splendor of

and even,

2 Bring down the proud mountain though tower.

ing to heaven, And be the low valley exalted on high; The rough path and crooked be made smooth

For, Zion! your King, your Redeemer is nigh. 3 The beams of salvation his progress illume;

The lone, dreary wilderness sings of her Lord; The rose and the myrtle there suddenly bloom, And the olive of peace spreads its branches



7s. M.

Report of the Watchman.
1 WATCHMAN! tell us of the night,

What its signs of promise are,
Traveller! o'er yon mountain's height,

See that glory-beaming star.
Watchman ! does its beauteous ray

Aught of joy or hope foretell ?
Traveller! yes; it brings the day,

Promised day of Israel.
2 Watchman! tell us of the night;

Higher yet that star ascends.
Traveller! blessedness and light,

Peace and truth its course portends.
Watchman! will its beams alone

Gild the spot that gave them birth ?
Traveller ! ages are its own;

See, it bursts o'er all the earth.

3 Watchman! tell us of the night,

For the morning seems to dawn.
Traveller! darkness takes its flight;
Doubt and terror are withdrawn.

Watchman ! let thy wanderings cease;

Hie thee to thy quiet home.
Traveller! lo! the Prince of Peace,

Lo! the Son of God, is come.

Ss. & 7s. M.

Song of the Angels of Bethlehen.
1 Hark! what mean those holy voices,

Sweetly sounding through the skies?
Lo! th' angelic host rejoices;

Heavenly hallelujahs rise.
2 Listen to the wondrous story

Which they chant in hymns of joy: “Glory in the highest, glory!

Glory be to God most high !
3“ Peace on earth, good-wall from heaven,

Reaching far as man is found :
Souls redeemed and sins forgiven :

Loud our golden harps shall sound.
4 " Christ is born, the great Anointed;

Heaven and earth his praises sing!
O, receive whom God appointed,

For your Prophet, Priest and King."
5 Let us learn the wondrous story

Of our great Redeemer's birth ;
Spread the brightness of his glory,

Till it cover all the earth.


C. M.

Christmas Hymn.
1 Calm on the listening ear of night

Come heaven's melodious strains,
Where wild Judea stretches far
Her silver-mantled plains !

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