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HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS:
Oh ! lovely voices of the sky
Which hymn'd the Saviour's birth,
Wherewith, in time gone by,
Oh! voices of the sky!
Oh! clear and shining light, whose beams
That hour Heaven's glory shed,
As in that holiest night
Oh! clear and shining light!
Oh! star which led to Him, whose love
Brought down man's ransom freeWhere art thou ?-?midst the host above,
May we still gaze on thee?
In Heaven thou art not set,
Thy raye earth may not dim; Send them to guide us yet,
Oh! star which led to Him!
CHRIST STILLING THE TEMPEST.
“ But the ship was now in the midst of the sea, tossed with waves; for the wind was contrary.”
St. Matthew, xiy. 24:
FEAR was within the tossing bark,
When stormy winds grew loud ;
And the tall mast was bow'd.
And men stood breathless in their dread,
And baffled in their skill-
To the wild sea, “Be still !"
And the wind ceased-it ceased !-that word
Pass'd through the gloomy sky;
And sank beneath his eye.
And slumber settled on the deep,
And silence on the blast,
When death's fierce throes are past.
Thou that didst rule the angry hour,
And tame the tempest's moodOh! send thy spirit forth in power,
O’er our dark souls to brood !
Thou that didst bow the billow's pride,
Thy mandates to fulfilSpeak, speak to passion's raging tide,
Speak and say—“ Peace, be still !”
CHRIST'S AGONY IN THE GARDEN.
He knelt-the Saviour knelt and pray'd,
When but His Father's eye
On that dread agony !
The sun set in a fearful hour,
The skies might well grow dim, When this mortality had power
So to o'ershadow Him ! That He who gave man's breath might know, The very depths of human woe.
He knew them all—the doubt, the strife,
The faint, perplexing dread,
All darken'd round His head !
Yet pass’d it not, that cup, away.