3 Thy saints on earth, and those above, And thou our common Lord. 4 Oh, may my faith each hour derive While death and hell in vain shall strive 5 Thou the whole body wilt present 25. 7s. Newton. Praise for the Incarnation. Luke ii. 14. 1 SWEETER sounds than music knows Charm me in Emmanuel's name ; All her hopes my spirit owes To his birth and cross and shame. 2 When he came the angels sung, 3 Did the Lord a man become, 4 No-I must my praises bring, Tho' they worthless are and weak ; For should I refuse to sing, Sure the very stones would speak. 5 O my Saviour, Shield and Sun, Shepherd, Brother, Husband, Friend Ev'ry precious name in one, I will love thee without end. 26. C. M. Hoskins. "Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sins of the world." John i. 29. 1 SAILORS to Jesus now draw near, The chief of sinners need not fear, 2 Backsliders too the Saviour calls, 3 In every state, and time, and place, 4 Spirit of grace to us apply Emmanuel's precious blood, That we may with thy saints on high, 27. C. M. Newton. The resurrection and the life. John iii. 25. 1 "I AM (saith Christ) your glorious head, (May we attention give) The resurrection of the dead, The life of all that live. 2 "By faith in me the soul receives And he that in my name believes, 3 Fulfil thy promise, gracious Lord, Put forth thy Spirit, with the word, 4 Preserve the power of faith alive, 5 To thee we look, to thee we bow, 28. C. M. D. Christ the light of his people. Eph. v. 14. 1 HOW dark, how drear, is man's abode, In nature's rayless night! He sleeps beneath the wrath of God, 2 Prophets and teachers strive in vain, 3 Until the Lord, with light divine, And calls, while unknown splendours shine, Sleeper, awake, arise." 4 He wakes-but ah! his spirits freeze The boding heav'ns above he sees, 5 The light, in mercy sent, he fears 6 But when the Sun of Righteousness Brings to h's view the realms of peace, 7 His joyful breast what transports swell! A morning hymn to Christ. Translated from 1 OFFSPRING of thy Father, thou, God of God, and light of light. 2 Night has fled, the waken'd eye Sees the morn its radiance throw; 3 But alas! from mental shade, 4 Rise, thou purest Sun, arise, Give the world thy living ray; Pour thy lustre on our eyes, Drive the fearful night away. 5 Frozen, barren, see we lie, Melt the ice and cleanse the soil, 6 Moisten'd with thy heavenly dews, ; |