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2 He knew us, when we knew not him,

Was with us, though unseen;
His favours came to úš unsought,

His love has wondrous been.
3 He keeps us now, securely keeps,

Whatever foe assails :
With vigilance that never sleeps,

With pow'r that never fails.
4 Then let us, while we dwell below,

Obey our Father's voice;
To all his dispensations bow,

And in his name rejoice.
5 How sweet to hear him say at last,

- Ye blessed children, come; The days of banishment are past,

And hear'n is now your home!”


Psalm civ, 34. (c. M.)

1 WHEN languor and disease invade

This trembling house of clay,
'Tis sweet to look beyond the cage,

And long to soar away.
2 Sweet to look inward, and attend

The whispers of his love;
Sweet to look upward to the throne,

Where Jesus pleads above.

3 Sweet on thy faithfulness to rest,

Whose love can never end;
Sweet on thy covenant of grace

For all things to depend.
4 Sweet in the confidence of faith,

To trust thy truth divine :
Sweet to lie passive in thy hands,

And have no will but thine.
5 If such the sweetness of the streams,

What will the fountain be,
Where saints and angels draw their bliss,

Immediately from thee!


Philippians i, 23. (L. M.)

1 TO Jesus, the crown of my hope,

My soul is in haste to be gone :
o bear me, ye cherubim, up,

And waft me away to his throne. 2 O then shall the veil be remov’d,

And round me thy brightness be pour'd;
I shall meet him whom absent I lov'd,

I shall see whom unseen I ador'd.
3 And then, never more shall the fears,

The trials, temptations, and woes,
Which darken this valley of tears,
Intrude on my blissful repose.

4 Or, if yet remember'd above,

Remembrance no sadness shall raise ;
They'll be but new signs of thy love,

New themes for my wonder and praise. 5 Thus the strokes which from sin and from pain

Shall set me eternally free,
Will but strengthen and rivet the chain,
Which binds me, my Saviour, to thee!


Luke ii, 8–10. (L.M.)

1 WHEN Jordan hush'd his waters still,

And silence slept on Zion's hill ;
When Bethlehem's shepherds, through the

Watch'd o'er their flocks by starry light:
2 On wheels of light, on wings of flame,

The glorious hosts of Zion came :
High heav'n with songs of triumph rung,

While thus they struck their harps and sung : 3 O Zion, lift thy raptur'd eye,

The long expected hour is nigh ;
The joys of nature rise again,

The Prince of Salem comes to reign!
4 He comes, to cheer the trembling heart,

Bids Satan and his host depart;
Again the day-star gilds the gloom,
Again the bow'rs of Eden bloom !

5 O Zion, lift thy raptur'd eye,

The long expected hour is nigh:
The joys of nature rise again,
The Prince of Salem comes to reign!


Exodus xxxiii, 22. (7's.)
1 ROCK of ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in thee :
Let the water and the blood,
From thy riven-side which flow'd,
Be of sin the double cure,

Cleanse me from its guilt and pow'r! 2 Not the labour of


Can fulfil thy law's demands:
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone ;

Thou must save, and thou alone!
3 Nothing in my hand I bring,

Simply to thy cross I cling :
Naked, come to thee for dress,
Helpless, look to thee for grace :
Foul, I to the fountain fly,

Wash me, Saviour, or I die!
4 While I draw this fleeting breath,

When my eyelids close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See thee on thy judgment throne,
Rock of ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee !


Galatians vi, 14. (L.M.) 1 WE sing the praise of him who died, Of him who died


the cross : The sinner's hope let men deride,

For this we count the world but loss. 2 The cross ! it takes our guilt away,

It holds the fainting spirit up;
It cheers with hope the gloomy day,

And sweetens every bitter cup.
3 It makes the coward spirit brave,

And nerves the feeble arm for fight;
It takes the terrors from the grave,

And gilds the bed of death with light. 4 The balm of life, the cure of woe,

The measure and the pledge of love ;
'Tis all that sinners want below,
'Tis all that angels know above.


Psalm xxvi, 8.' (L. M.)

1 DEAR is the sabbath morn to me,

When village bells awake the day,
And by their sacred minstrelsy,

Call me from earthly cares away. 2 And dear to me the winged hour,

Spent in thy hallow'd courts, O Lord ;
To feel devotion's soothing power,
And catch the manna of thy word.

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