ARIEL. C. P. M.

Mozart. Arr. by Lowell Mason. 1836.

2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt,
My ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin, and wrath divine:
I'd sing his glorious righteousness,
In which all perfect, heavenly dress,
My soul shall ever shine.

3 I'd sing the characters he bears,
And all the forms of love he wears,

Exalted on his throne:

In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
I would to everlasting days

Make all his glories known.

4 Well, the delightful day will come When my dear Lord will bring me home, And I shall see his face;

Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
A blest eternity I'll spend,
Triumphant in his grace.

215

Samuel Medley. 1780.

I FEAR not, O little flock, the foe Who madly seeks your overthrow; Dread not his rage and power:

2 This fleshly robe the Lord did wear; This watch the Lord did keep; These burdens sore the Lord did bear; These tears the Lord did weep.

3 O vale of tears no longer sad,

Wherein the Lord did dwell!
O happy robe of flesh that clad
Our own Immanuel!

4 But not this fleshly robe alone
Shall link us, Lord, to thee;
Not only in the tear and groan
Shall the dear kindred be.

5 We shall be reckoned for thine own,
Because thy heaven we share,
Because we sing around thy throne,
And thy bright raiment wear.

O mighty grace, our life to live,
To make our earth divine!

O mighty grace, thy heaven to give
And lift our life to thine!

Thomas H. Gill, 1860.

217

I WHAT grace, O Lord, and beauty shone
Around thy steps below;
What patient love was seen in all
Thy life and death of woe.

2 For, ever on thy burdened heart
A weight of sorrow hung;
Yet no ungentle, murmuring word
Escaped thy silent tongue.

3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,
Thy friends unfaithful prove;
Unwearied in forgiveness still,
Thy heart could only love.

4 O give us hearts to love like thee!
Like thee, O Lord, to grieve
Far more for others' sin than all
The wrongs that we receive.
One with thyself, may every eye,
In us, thy brethren, see

5

The gentleness and grace that spring From union, Lord, with thee.

Sir Edward Denny. 1839.

WIMBORNE. L. M.

J. Whitaker. 1849.

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O for grace our hearts to soften; Teach us, Lord, at length to love;

We, alas, forget too often

What a Friend we have above.

John Newton. 1779

Scottish Air.

1st time.

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John Hatton. 1743.

DUKE STREET. L. M.

222

I WHEN marshall'd on the nightly plain,
The glittering host bestud the sky,
One star alone, of all the train,
Can fix the sinner's wand'ring eye.
Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
From ev'ry host, from ev'ry gem;
But one alone the Saviour speaks-
It is the Star of Bethlehem.

2 Once on the raging seas I rode,
The storm was loud, the night was dark,
The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed
The wind that tossed my foundering bark.

4 To him, enthroned by filial right, All power in heaven and earth proclaim, Honor, and majesty, and might:

5

66

"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"

Long as we live, and when we die,
And while in heaven with him we reign,
This song our song of songs shall be:
Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"
James Montgomery. 1853.

66

Deep horror then my vitals froze,
Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem'
When suddenly a Star arose--
It was the Star of Bethlehem.

3 It was my guide, my light, my all;
It bade my dark forebodings cease;
And thro' the storm, and danger's thrall,
It led me to the port of peace.
Now safely moored-my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,
Forever, and forevermore,
The Star-the Star of Bethlehem!

Henry Kirke White. 1806.