476 "Rejoice in the Lora alway, and again I say rejoice." 1 mf REJOICE and be glad! the Redeemer has come ! The clouds have departed, the shadows are past. 5 f Rejoice and be glad! for the Lamb that was slain 6 f Rejoice and be glad! for our King is on high, 7 f Rejoice and be glad! for He cometh again: 477 "We see Jesus, who was made a little lower than the angels, for the suffering of death, crowned with glory and honour." WHO is He in yonder stall, At whose feet the shepherds fall? f 'Tis the Lord! O wondrous story! 'Tis the Lord, the King of Glory! p At His feet we humbly fall; cres Crown Him, crown Him, Lord of all ! 2 Who is He in yonder cot, Bending to His toilsome lot? 3 Who is He in deep distress. Fasting in the wilderness? 4 Who is He that stands and weeps 5 pp Lo, at midnight, who is He 6 pp On the cross, lo! who is He Sheds His precious blood for me? 7 cres Who is He that from the grave Comes to heal and help and save ? 8 mf Who is He that on yon throne Reigns as King of kings alone? Amen I mf WHEN mothers of Salem Their children brought to Jesus, The stern disciples drove them back And bade them depart; But Jesus saw them ere they fled, And sweetly smiled and kindly said, cres "Suffer little children to come unto Me. 2 mf "For I will receive them And fold them in My bosom ; Oh, drive them not away! 1 f OH, timely happy, timely wise, a mf New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove, Through sleep and darkness safely brought, cres Restored to life and power and thought. 3 mf New mercies, each retúrning day, Hover around us while we pray; 4 mf If, on our daily course, our mind 5 mf We need not bid, for clóistered cell, 6 mf 'The trivial round, the cómmon task, 7 mf Seek we no more: contént with these, 8 Only, O Lord, in Thý dear love, cres I ƒ AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun 5 ƒ All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept, dddd And hast refreshed me whilst I slept ! ooth shall d Amen. 482 ddd A-men. "Unto you that fear My name shall the Sun of Righteousness arise." ■ ƒ CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, 3 2 Dark and cheerless is the morn Till Thy mercy's beams I see, Visit, then, this soul of mine; Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; cres Fill me, Radiancy divine; Scatter all my unbelief: More and more Thyself display, |