4 Father, in us thy Son reveal; 119 1 John i, 3. (L. M.) 1 MAY he, by whose kind care we meet, 2 If unto us, by grace 'tis giv'n, To know the Saviour's precious name, Our souls ere long shall meet in heav'n, Our hope, our way, our end, the same. 3 Oh! may we then, for his name's sake, Out of his fulness all receive, And in communion now partake 120 John xxi, 15. (7's.) 1 HARK, my soul, it is the Lord, 2 "Can a woman's tender care, 3 "Thou shalt see my glory soon, 4 Lord, it is my chief complaint, 121 Luke xxiv, 50. (P.M.) 1 LORD, refresh us with thy blessing, Trav'lling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, To the truth be faithful found. 3 So whene'er the signal's given, Reign with Christ in endless day! 122 Luke ii, 18. (P. M.) 1 FLY abroad, and tell the story Of the mighty Saviour's birth: Say ye, that the Lord of glory Leaves his throne, and comes to earth: He, before whom angels bow, Takes the form of man below. 2 Wonder not, that thus ye see him, Lying in this humble place, Nor indulge a wish to free him, From a state so low and base: 3 Sing, ye saints, the Saviour's praises, To the place from whence he came : 123 Isaiah ix, 6. (P. M.) 1 THE long expected morn Has dawn'd upon the earth: The Saviour Christ is born, And angels sing his birth: We'll join the bright seraphic throng, We'll share their joys, and swell their song. 2 Now sing of peace divine, Of grace to guilty man; No wisdom, Lord, but thine Could form the wondrous plan: Where peace and righteousness embrace, And justice goes along with grace! 3 Give praise to God on high, With angels round his throne; Give praise to God with joy, Give praise to God alone: 'Tis meet his saints their songs should raise, And give the Saviour endless praise! 124 Psalm xvii, 15. (L. M.) 1 WHAT tongue can tell, what fancy paint, The joys that fill th' enraptur'd saint, When mix'd with heav'n's triumphant throng, He shares their bliss, and swells their song? 2 He feels no pain, he fears no want, His portion all that God can grant; To see the Saviour as he is, And dwell in heav'n with him and his. 3 His love, so cold and mix'd before, 4 O may I reach that blest abode, 125 Psalm xxxii, 8. (P. M.) 1 GRANT us, Lord, thy gracious presence, Fear removing, Light to all our minds impart, |