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4 Till bitter tears our eyes have wet,
Because our wilful hearts would err;
Worship, and love, and sorrow, met,
Gold, frankincense, and myrrh.

5 All meet for thee, our own Adored!
Our suffering Saviour, God and King!
Accept the gold and incense, Lord,
Accept the myrrh we bring!

1 HARK! hark!—the notes of joy
Roll o'er the heavenly plains,

And seraphs find employ

For their sublimest strains;

Some new delight in heaven is known;
Loud sound the harps around the throne.

2 Hark! hark!-the sounds draw nigh,
The joyful hosts descend;
Jesus forsakes the sky,

To earth his footsteps bend;
He comes to bless our fallen race;
He comes with messages of grace.

3 Bear-bear the tidings round;
Let every mortal know
What love in God is found,
What pity he can show;

Ye winds that blow! ye waves that roll!
Bear the glad news from pole to pole.

4 Strike—strike the harps again,
To great Immanuel's name;
Arise, ye sons of men!

And all his grace proclaim;

Angels and men! wake every string,
'Tis God the Saviour's praise we sing.

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1 HARK! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born King!
Peace on earth, and mercy mild;
God and sinners reconciled."

2 Joyful, all ye nations, rise;
Join the triumphs of the skies;
With the angelic hosts proclaim,
"Christ is born in Bethlehem."

3 Mild he lays his glory by;

Born that man no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth;
Born to give them second birth.

4 Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace
Hail, the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings.
5 Let us then with angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born King!-
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled!"

1 BEHOLD, where, in a mortal form,
Appears each grace divine!

The virtues, all in Jesus met,

With mildest radiance shine.

2 To spread the rays of heavenly light,
To give the mourner joy,

To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was his divine employ.

3 'Mid keen reproach and cruel scorn,
He meek and patient stood;

His foes, ungrateful, sought his life,
Who labored for their good.

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4 In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his Father's throne,

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With soul resigned he bowed and said,-
Thy will, not mine, be done!"

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5 Be Christ our pattern, and our guide,
His image may we bear;

Oh! may we tread his holy steps,—
His joy and glory share.

1 A PILGRIM through this lonely world,
The blessed Saviour passed;

A mourner all his life was he,
A dying Lamb at last.

2 That tender heart that felt for all,
For all its life-blood gave;

It found on earth no resting-place,
Save only in the grave.

3 Such was our Lord; and shall we fear
The cross, with all its scorn?

Or love a faithless evil world,

That wreathed his brow with thorn?

4 No! facing all its frowns or smiles,
Like him, obedient still,

1 WHAT grace, O Lord, and beauty shone

Around thy steps below;
What patient love was seen in all
Thy life and death of woe.

2 For, ever on thy burdened heart
A weight of sorrow hung;
Yet no ungentle, murmuring word
Escaped thy silent tongue.

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3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,
Thy friends unfaithful prove;
Unwearied in forgiveness still,
Thy heart could only love.

4 Oh, give us hearts to love like thee!
Like thee, O Lord, to grieve
Far more for others' sins than all
The wrongs that we receive.

5 One with thyself, may every eye,
In us, thy brethren, see

The gentleness and grace that spring
From union, Lord! with thee.

1 JESUS! thy love shall we forget,
And never bring to mind

The grace that paid our hopeless debt,
And bade us pardon find?

2 Shall we thy life of grief forget,
Thy fasting and thy prayer:
Thy locks with mountain vapors wet,
To save us from despair?

3 Gethsemane can we forget-
Thy struggling agony;
When night lay dark on Olivet,
And none to watch with thee?

4 Our sorrows and our sins were laid
On thee, alone on thee:

Thy precious blood our ransom paid—
Thine all the glory be!

5 Life's brightest joys we may forget-
Our kindred cease to love;

But he who paid our hopeless debt,
Our constancy shall prove.

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1 LORD, as to thy dear cross we flee,
And pray to be forgiven,

So let thy life our pattern be,

And form our souls for heaven.

2 Help us, through good report and ill,
Our daily cross to bear;

Like thee, to do our Father's will,
Our brother's griefs to share.

3 Let grace our selfishness expel,
Our earthliness refine;

And kindness in our bosoms dwell
As free and true as thine.

4 If joy shall at thy bidding fly,
And grief's dark day come on,
We, in our turn, would meekly cry,
"Father, thy will be done!"

5 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife,
Forgiving and forgiven,

Ob, may we lead the pilgrim's life,
And follow thee to heaven!

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1 THOU art the Way: to thee alone
From sin and death we flee;
And he who would the Father seek,
Must seek him, Lord, by thee.

2 Thou art the Truth: thy word alone
True wisdom can impart;

Thou only canst instruct the mind,
And purify the heart.

3 Thou art the Life: the rending tomb
Proclaims thy conquering arm;

And those who put their trust in thee
Nor death nor hell shall harın.

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