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O come to my heart, Lord Jesus!
There is room in my heart for thee. 3 The foxes found rest, and the birds had
their nest In the shade of the forest tree; But thy couch was the sod, O thou Son
of God, In the desert of Galilee. O come to my heart, Lord Jesus!
There is room in my heart for thee. 4 Thou camest, O Lord, with the living word,
That should set thy people free; But with mocking scorn, and with crown
of thorn, They bore thee to Calvary. O come to my heart, Lord Jesus!
Thy cross is my only plea. 5 When the heavens shall ring, and the
angels sing At thy coming to victory, Let thy voice call me home, saying, “Yet
there is room, There is room at my side for thee.” And my heart shall rejoice, Lord Jesus, When thou comest and callest for me.
Emily E. S. Elliott, 1864 84
C.M. ALM on the listening ear of night
Come heaven's melodious strains, Where wild Judea stretches far
Her silver-mantled plains.
Shed sacred glories there;
Make music on the air.
3 The answering hills of Palestine
Send back the glad reply;
The Day-spring from on high.
4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee
There comes a holier calm,
Her silent groves of palm.
5 "Glory to God!" the sounding skies
Loud with their anthems ring,
From heaven's eternal King!”
6 Light on thy hills, Jerusalem!
The Saviour now is born: More bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains Breaks the first Christmas morn.
Edmund H. Sears, 1884
Also the following 349 Once in royal David's city 545 All my heart this night rejoices 546 Silent night, holy night 547 When Christ was born of Mary free 548 Like silver lamps 549 Good Christian men, rejoice 550 Dost thou in a manger lie 551 The first Nowell the angel did say 552 Joy fills our inmost hearts to-day
St. Stephen 85
A kingly crown to gain;
Who follows in his train?
2 Who best can drink his cup of woe,
Triumphant over pain;
He follows in his train.
3 The martyr first, whose eagle eye
Could pierce beyond the grave; Who saw his Master in the sky,
And called on him to save.
4 Like him, with pardon on his tongue,
In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong:
Who follows in his train?
5 A glorious band, the chosen few,
On whom the Spirit came: Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,
And mocked the cross and flame.
6 They met the tyrant's brandished steel,
The lion's gory mane; They bowed their necks the death to feel:
Who follows in their train?
7 A noble army, men and boys,
The matron and the maid, Around the Saviour's throne rejoice,
In robes of light arrayed.
8 They climbed the steep ascent of heaven
Through peril, toil, and pain:
Reginald Heber, 1812
St. John the Evangelist
On thee the living Rock to rest, To look on thine unveiled face,
And lean on thy protecting breast; 2 Grant us, O King of mercy, still
To feel thy presence from above, And in thy word and in thy will
To hear thy voice and know thy love; 3 And when the toils of life are done,
And nature waits thy just decree, To find our rest beneath thy throne,
And look in certain hope to thee.
4 To thee, O Jesus, Light of Light,
Whom as their King the saints adore, Thou strength and refuge in the fight, Be laud and glory evermore. Amen.
Reginald Heber, 18271
Also the following 277 Blest are the pure in heart 288 Come, pure hearts, in sweetest measures
1 Published after his death.
Holy Innocents 87
L.M. O aid down for thee their infant life, And martyrs brave and patient saints
Have stood for thee in fire and strife.
2 We wear the cross they wore of old,
Our lips have learned like vows to make; We need not die; we cannot fight;
What may we do for Jesus' sake? 30 day by day each Christian child
Has much to do, without, within; A death to die for Jesus' sake,
A weary war to wage with sin. 4 When deep within our swelling hearts
The thoughts of pride and anger rise, When bitter words are on our tongues,
And tears of passion in our eyes; 5 Then we may stay the angry blow,
Then we may check the hasty word, Give gentle answers back again,
And fight a battle for our Lord.
6 With smiles of peace and looks of love,
Light in our dwellings we may make, Bid kind good-humour brighten there,
And do all still for Jesus' sake.
7 There's not a child so weak and small
But has his little cross to take, His little work of love and praise, That he may do for Jesus' sake
Cecil Frances Alexander, 1850