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3 When I behold the heavens on high,
The work of thy right hand,
Thy lights in every land; 4 Lord, what is man, that thou should'st deign
On him to set thy love,
Then fill a throne above.
How manifold thy ways !
Of all who seek the land above; Beneath thy shadow we abide,
The cloud of thy protecting love; Our strength thy grace, our rule thy word,
Our end, the glory of the Lord. 2 By thy unerring Spirit led,
We shall not in the desert stray ; We shall not full direction need,
Nor miss our providential way; As far from danger as from fear, While love, almighty love, is near.
THE MEDIATION OF CHRIST.
7 s.- The nativity of Christ.
Glory to the new-born King !
2 Joyful all ye nations rise,
Join the triumphs of the skies :
“ Christ is born in Bethlehem !”
Christ, the everlasting Lord,
Offspring of a virgin's womb.
Hail the incarnate Deity !
Jesus our Immanuel here. 5 Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness !
Risen with healing in his wings. 6 Mild he lays his glory by,
Born, that man no more may die;
Born to give them second birth. 7 Come, Desire of Nations, come,
Fix in us thy humble home;
Bruise in us the serpent's head. 8 Adam's likeness now efface,
Stamp thine image in its place;
69. C. M.—The angels' song at Christ's birth. Luke ii. 13, 14. 1 HIGH let us swell our tuneful notes,
And join the angelic throng ;
To awake a cheerful song.
2 Good-will to sinful men is shewn,
And peace on earth is given ;
With messages from heaven.
His rising beams adorn ;
Now such a child is born.
In highest worlds be paid ;
And by our lives display'd.
Where Christ exalted reigns,
Their own immortal strains ?
L.M.-Christ's Passion. 1 THE morning dawns upon the place
Where Jesus spent the night in prayer; Through yielding glooms behold his face,
Nor form nor comeliness is there. 2 Last eve by those he call'd his own,
Betray'd, forsaken, or denied, He met his enemies alone
In all their malice, rage, and pride. 3 Brought forth to judgment, now he stands
Arraign'd, condemn'd at Pilate's bar; Here spurn'd by fierce prætorian bands,
There mock'd by Herod's men of war. 4 He bears their buffeting and scorn,
The homage of the lip, the knee, The purple robe, the crown of thorn,
The scourge, the nail, the accursed tree.
5 No guile within his mouth is found,
He neither threatens nor complains; Meek as a Lamb for slaughter bound,
Dumb 'midst his murderers he remains. 6 But hark! He prays,—'tis for his foes;
He speaks,— 'tis comfort to his friends; Answers,—and paradise bestows;
He bows his head; the conflict ends. 7 Truly this was the Son of God!
Though in a servant's mean disguise, And bruis'd beneath the Father's rod, Not for himself,- for man he dies !
L.M.—“ It is finished.” John xix. 30.
And meekly bow'd his head, and died;
The battle fought, the victory won.
Decreed, and prophets had foretold,
In thee, the Saviour of mankind.
Shall sins of every kind atone:
By this thy last expiring breath.
And all the powers of darkness spoild:
Return and dwell with sinful men.
Be heard through all the nations round .
85. 8.7.4.—“ Behold the place where they laid him." Mark xvi. 6. 1 COME, ye saints, look here and wonder,
See the place where Jesus lay : He has burst the bands asunder: He has borne our sins away;
By his death he overcame;
Sing ye praises !
Come from heaven to meet their king :
Your Lord and King adore;
And triumph evermore:
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.
The God of truth and love;
He took his seat above;