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3 In the path of life He leads me,
By the stream that gently flows ; In the verdant pasture feeds me, Where no plant injurious grows;
There I hear the Shepherd's voice,
There He bids my soul rejoice. 4 When through death's dark valley going,
Fearful though the way appear,
When I see Thy rod and staff,
Sunday Morning. C.M. AGAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray; Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day. 2 Oh! what a night was that which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom !
Triumphant from the tomb !
And loud Hosannahs sung;
And praise on every tongue.
To hail this welcome morn,
To nations yet unborn.
40. The Sacrament. 8,7. TSRAEL'S Shepherd ! guide me, feed me,
Thro’ my pilgrimage below;
Where Thy flock rejoicing go;
Could I quit the sheltering fold,
In the strength of nature bold ? 2 No: Thy guardian presence ever,
Meekly kneeling, I implore,
Never wander from Thee more :
In the shedding of Thy blood,
Lord, have we for every good.
41. Epiphany. 11,10. BRIGHTEST and best of the Sons of the
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,
Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all!
3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion,
Odours 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 favour secure, Richer by far is the heart's adoration,
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 5 Brightest and best, &c. 42. Psalm XLII. AS pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase ;
And Thy refreshing grace.
My thirsty soul doth pine;
Thou majesty divine !
Hope still; and thou shalt sing
The God whom we adore ;
And shall be evermore.
Innocents' Day. C.M. OH! weep not o'er thy children's tomb ;
Oh, Rachel, weep not so !
The flower in heaven shall blow! 2 Firstlings of faith! the murderer's knife
Has miss'd its deadliest aim :
For them to suffer came !
Baptized in blood and pain, He knows them, whom they never knew,
And they shall live again. 4 Oh! weep not, &c.
Second Coming of Christ.
10! He comes with clouds descending,
Once for favour'd sinners slain !
Rob'd in dreadful majesty ;
Shall the true Messiah see. 3 Every island, sea, and mountain,
Heaven, and earth, shall flee away;
All who hate Him, must, confounded,
Come to judgment !
4 Now redemption, long expected,
See in solemn pomp appear !
45. Fleeing from Judgment. C.M.
(Amos iv. 12.)
O’erwhelmed with guilt and fear,
Oh! how shall I appear !
And mercy may be sought,
And trembles at the thought. 3 When Thou, O Lord, shall stand disclos'd
In Majesty severe,
Oh! how shall I appear.
Her pardon to procure,
To make that pardon sure.