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, "T is God the Saviour's praise we sing.
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.
4 In the last hour of deep distress, Before his Father's throne,
With soul resigned he bowed and said,- "Thy will, not mine, be done!"
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 blesséd 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, We homeward press thro' storm or calm, To Zion's blesséd hill.
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.
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.
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,
Oh, may we lead the pilgrim's life, And follow thee to heaven!
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 harm.
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