CONTENTS. I sing the birth was born to-night Hear me, O God! Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright My stock lies dead, and no increase God is our refuge, our strong tower Who knows, when he to go from home Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings Thou hidden Love of God, whose height I thirst, Thou wounded Lamb of God .. J. WESLEY (FROM COUNT ZINzendorf). J. WESLEY (FROM BISHOP A. G. SPANGENBERG). High on His everlasting throne Weary of wandering from my God When languor and disease invade Supreme High-Priest, the pilgrim's light O that my heart was right with Thee The path of sorrow, and that path alone Oh! for a closer walk with God |