Mild He lays his glory by,

die ;

Born that man no more may
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.

St. Stephen's Day.

HYMN XII.

Go forward in your course,
Ye armies of the sky;
Because the Lord your

Doth lead to victory.

God

Press onward to the mark,

Ye that have life and breath;
Resolved for good or ill,
For peril or for death.

The first who dared to die

Had blessed visions given:

The glory on him shone

Down from the open heaven.

Look up into the skies,

Ye of the latter day:
The shining of that light

Shall never pass away.

Your bitter foes in vain

Their storms of malice shower: Behold your Captain stand

At God's right hand in power.

Each scattering of the Church
The word of God shall sow:
For every cruel stroke,
The holy plant shall grow.

up

Lift the voice of prayer
Before your enemies;
And from their very ranks
Fresh martyrs shall arise.

St. John's Day.

HYMN XIII.

"LITTLE children, dwell in love; New begotten from above,

Ye by this your birth may know, That ye dwell in love below.

"God your Father reigns on high, Unbeheld by mortal eye;

Him

ye see not; love Him then

In his types, your fellow men.

"Not in semblance nor in word, But in holy thoughts unheard,

But in very truth and deed,

Share their joy, and help their need."

Thus the saint whom Jesus loved

Spoke in word, in action proved:
Lord, may thy disciples be

Like to him, and like to Thee.

The Holy Innocents.

HYMN XIV.

THE Lord our God is full of might,
And reigns in highest bliss;
All wisdom, power, and majesty
For evermore are His.

He needeth not the strength of man,

To stand upon his side;

Out of the mouths of sucking babes
His name is glorified.

The race is not unto the swift,
Nor to the strong the prize:

An infant band for Christ hath died,
And enters first the skies.

Thus every station, every age,

The creatures of his will,
His high behests of Providence
In life and death fulfil.

Full many a soul by God held dear
Man's pride hath overpast:
For there are last that shall be first,
And first that shall be last.

Sunday after Christmas Day.

HYMN XV.

BEHOLD the long predicted sign,

The Star of Jacob's ancient line :
The eastern sages hail its rays,

And raptured stand in anxious gaze.

And soon within their hearts there shine
Rays fairer still and more divine,
Which gently summon them to rise
And trust the guidance of the skies.

When God commands, the wise obey:
Love sees no danger in the way :

House, neighbours, friends, their steps recall;

The voice of God outweighs them all.

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O while the Star of heavenly grace
Invites us, Lord, to seek thy face,
May we no more that grace repel,
Nor quench that light which shines so well!

HYMN XVI.

O YE, your Saviour's name who bear,
Who know the truth his words declare,
Are bought with his most precious blood,
Buried in his baptismal flood;-

Bear not the name of Christ alone,
If ye would reach his glorious throne;
Oh never from his laws depart,
But Christians be in life and heart.

He who would reign with Christ above,
Must here, in faith, and patient love,
First tread that rough and thorny road
Which Christ before him meekly trod.

He who his Saviour rightly knows,
And on his way devoutly goes,
When life is o'er shall sweetly rest,
And be with God for ever blest.