2 On, piercing gospel, on: of every heart,
In every latitude, thou own'st the key ·

From their dull slumbers savage souls shall start,
With all their treasures first unlocked by thee.

8 Spread, mighty gospel, spread thy soaring wings;
Gather thy scattered ones from every land:
Call home the wanderers to the King of kings;
Proclaim them all thine own: 'tis Christ's command.

368.

"The Way, the Truth, and the Life."

1 0 THOU great Friend to all the sons of men,
Who once appeared in humblest guise below,
Sin to rebuke, to break the captive's chain,
And call thy brethren forth from want and woe! -

2 We look to thee: thy truth is still the light
Which guides the nations, groping on their way,
Stumbling and falling in disastrous night,
Yet hoping ever for the perfect day.

3 Yes: thou art still the Life; thou art the Way
The holiest know, -Light, Life, and Way of heaven:
And they who dearest hope, and deepest pray,
Toil by the light, life, way, which thou hast given.

369.

The Tomb of Christ.

1 HERE shall death's triumph end: the rock-barred door

Is opened wide, and the great prisoner gone;
Look round and see, upon the vacant floor,
The napkin and the grave-clothes lie alone.

2 Yes: death's last hope, his strongest fort and prison,
Is shattered, never to be built again;

And he, the mighty captive, he is risen,

Leaving behind the gate, the bar, the chain.

3 Yes: he is risen who is the First and Last,
Who was and is, who liveth and was dead:
Beyond the reach of death he now has passed,
Of the one glorious Church the glorious Head.

T. PARKER

BONA

1 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,

Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining,
Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall,
Angels adore him in slumber reclining,

Chosen of God, the Redeemer of all.

3 Say shall we yield him, in costly devotion,
Odors of Edom, and offerings divine?
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean.
Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?

4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation;

Vainly with gifts would his favors secure:
Richer by far is the heart's adoration;

Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.

Arranged from Mozart by Dr. MASON.

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374. Song of the Angels of Bethlehem. CAWOOD. | 2 Israel's strength and consolation,

1 HARK! what mean those holy voices,
Sweetly sounding through the skies?
Lo! the angelic host rejoices;
Heavenly hallelujahs rise.

2 Listen to the wondrous story

Which they chant in hymns of joy: "Glory in the highest; glory, Glory be to God most high.

Hope of all the earth thou art.
Dear desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.

3 Born thy people to deliver, —
Born a child, and yet a King;
Born to reign in us for ever,
Now thy precious kingdom bring.

4 By thine own indwelling spirit,
Rule in all our hearts alone;
Let us all in thee inherit,
Raise us to thy glorious throne.