291. H. M. 4 Till bitter tears our eyes have wet, 5 All meet for thee, our own Adored! 1 HARK! hark!—the notes of joy And seraphs find employ For their sublimest strains; Some new delight in heaven is known; 2 Hark! hark!-the sounds draw nigh, To earth his footsteps bend; 3 Bear-bear the tidings round; Ye winds that blow! ye waves that roll! 4 Strike—strike the harps again, And all his grace proclaim; Angels and men! wake every string, 292. 293. Luke 2: 13, 14. 1 HARK! the herald angels sing, 2 Joyful, all ye nations, rise; 3 Mild he lays his glory by; Born that man no more may die; 4 Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace 1 BEHOLD, where, in a mortal form, The virtues, all in Jesus met, With mildest radiance shine. 2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, To preach glad tidings to the poor, 3 'Mid keen reproach and cruel scorn, His foes, ungrateful, sought his life, 78. C. M C. M. 4 In the last hour of deep distress, 294. With soul resigned he bowed and said,- 66 5 Be Christ our pattern, and our guide, Oh! may we tread his holy steps,— 1 A PILGRIM through this lonely world, A mourner all his life was he, 2 That tender heart that felt for all, It found on earth no resting-place, 3 Such was our Lord; and shall we fear Or love a faithless evil world, That wreathed his brow with thorn? 4 No! facing all its frowns or smiles, 1 WHAT grace, O Lord, and beauty shone Around thy steps below; 2 For, ever on thy burdened heart C. M 296. 3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, 4 Oh, give us hearts to love like thee! 5 One with thyself, may every eye, The gentleness and grace that spring 1 JESUS! thy love shall we forget, The grace that paid our hopeless debt, 2 Shall we thy life of grief forget, 3 Gethsemane can we forget- 4 Our sorrows and our sins were laid Thy precious blood our ransom paid— 5 Life's brightest joys we may forget- But he who paid our hopeless debt, C. M 297. 298. 1 LORD, as to thy dear cross we flee, So let thy life our pattern be, And form our souls for heaven. 2 Help us, through good report and ill, Like thee, to do our Father's will, 3 Let grace our selfishness expel, And kindness in our bosoms dwell 4 If joy shall at thy bidding fly, 5 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, Ob, may we lead the pilgrim's life, John 14: 6. 1 THOU art the Way: to thee alone 2 Thou art the Truth: thy word alone Thou only canst instruct the mind, 3 Thou art the Life: the rending tomb And those who put their trust in thee C. M. C. M. |