2 Awake, my soul! from sadness rise, 3 Twice welcome, oh! Thou heavenly guest, 5 Were this wide world much wider made, 6 No silken robes surround Thy head, 8 Then from my soul glad songs shall ringOf Thee each day I'll gaily sing: The glad hosannahs will I raise From heart that loves to sing Thy praise. 131. 1 Christmas Hymn. 11.10. BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 2 Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining, Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall; Angels adore Him, in slumber reclining; 3 Say shall we yield Him in costly devotion, Odours of Edom and off'rings divine; Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine? 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gifts would His favour secure Richer by far is the heart's adoration, Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, 132. Saturday Evening. 1 SAFELY through another week On the approaching sabbath-day: 2 Mercies multiplied each hour, 133. 1 Death of a Scholar. 78. C.M. DEATH has been here and borne away A brother from our side; Just in the morning of his day, As young as we, he died. 2 We cannot tell who next may fall Beneath the chastening rod; One must be first; but let us all` 3 May each attend, with willing feet, 4 Lord, to Thy wisdom and Thy care 134. 1 Death of a Teacher. C.M. WHY should our tears in sorrow flow, When God recalls his own; And bids them leave a world of woe 2 Is not e'en death a gain to those 3 Their toils are past, their work is done, They fought the fight, the victory won, And entered into rest. 4 The flock must feel the shepherd's loss But they who bear with joy the cross, 5 Then let our sorrows cease to flow, But let our hearts in every woe, 135. Anniversary. L.M. FROM year to year in love we meet, 2 But time rolls on; and, year by year, This day we ne'er again shall see. 4 Our times, our lives, are in Thy hand; 136. More like Thy Son,-from race to race. At Parting. 1 PART in peace! is day before us? Praise His name for life and light;— 8.7. |