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 gold 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, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid! Star of the east, the horizon adorning, 44 The Star of Bethlehem. Rev. xxii, 16. L. M. 1 WHEN, marshall'd on the nightly plain, 2 Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks, . 3 Once on the raging sea I rode, The storm was loud, the night was dark; The ocean yawn'd, and rudely blow'd The wind that toss'd my found'ring bark. 4 Deep horror then my vitals froze; Death-struck, I ceas'd the tide to stem; When suddenly a Star arose It was the Star of Bethlehem. 5 It was my guide, my light, my all; 6 Now safely moor'd, my perils o'er, 45 The Star-the Star of Bethlehem! The Gentiles fellow-heirs. Eph. ii, 13; iii, 4-6. 1 HAIL, Thou Source of every blessing, 8.7. 2 Once far off, but now invited, Reconcil'd, redeem'd, made one: 3 Hail, Thou all-inviting Saviour! 1st Sunday after Epiphany. 46 Jacob's Star. Num. xxiv, 17. Job xxxviii, 7. 1 SONS of men, behold from far, 7's. Epiphany. 47 2 Mild it shines on all beneath, Piercing through the shades of death, 3 Nations all, remote and near, 4 Sing, ye morning stars, again, 1 2 The year of Jubilee. Lev. XXV, 8, 9. Isa. xxvii, 13; lxi, 1, 2. BLOW ye the trumpet, blow, The gladly solemn sound! Let all the nations know To earth's remotest bound, Extol the Lamb of God, The sin-atoning Lamb: Redemption by his blood 148th. Through all the world proclaim: Epiphany. Ye slaves of sin and hell, Jesus, our great High Priest, Ye mourning souls, be glad: God's mercies unceasing. Ps. xxiii, 6; lxxi, 5-9. Isa. xlvi, 4. 1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, Transported with the view, I'm lost 2 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul Long ere my infant heart could tell From whom those comforts flow'd. 3 [When in the slipp'ry paths of youth Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe, C.M. |