Unto us a child is born. Isa. ix. 6.
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On those who have in darkness walked,
The light of life hath broke;
Thou hast removed the tyrant's rod,
And burst the oppressor's yoke.
Tho' fierce th' embattled hosts may rage,
With garments rolled in blood;
With fire the Lord his war shall wage
Till men submit to God.
For unto us a child is born
To us a Son is given;
On him is laid, by him is borne
All pow'r in earth and heaven.
His name called Wonderful shall be,
Counsellor, Mighty God;
The Father of Eternity,
And Prince of Peace restored.
His peaceful government shall spread, Increasing without end;
Him shall the Lord, on David's throne,
Establish and defend.
Justice and judgment shall sustain
His throne in righteousness;
The zeal of God, the Lord of Hosts,
Shall yet accomplish this.
Christ is all, and in all. Col. iii. 11.
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I've found the pearl of greatest price;
My heart doth sing for joy;
And sing I must, a Christ I have,
Oh, what a Christ have I!
My Christ he is the Lord of lords;
He is the King of kings;
He is the Sun of Righteousness.
With healing in his wings.
My Christ, he is the tree of life
Which in God's garden grows;
Whose fruit does feed, whose leaves do heal,
My Christ is Sharon's Rose.
Christ is my meat, Christ is my drink,
My medicine and my health;
My peace, my strength, my joy, my crown,
My glory and my wealth.
Christ is my Father and my Friend,
My Brother and my Love,
My Head, my Hope, my Counsellor,
My Advocate above.
My Christ, he is the Heaven of heaven;
My Christ, what shall I call?
My Christ is first, my Christ is last,
My Christ is All in All.
1' What tho' the tears are in our eyes, And grief lies heavy on the heart; What
680 2 The sun may leave the vale below, Yet kiss the hills in softest light; God's wisdom, which we all may know, Will lead us through the night. Oh, for the strength of soul to rise
Above earth's deepest, darkest gloom, With eyes fixed on the matchless prize"Twill all be over soon.
3 There is no room for deeds unkind, Oh, fellow-traveler to the tomb! Then clasp thy brother's hand in thine,
And walk in love toward home. God knows what's best for him and thee; Then thankful be for every boon: Pass calmly toward eternity"Twill all be over soon!
Daniel Thompson Taylor, 1877.
My times are in thy hand. 8s & 6s. I take my pilgrim staff anew, Life's path, untrodden, to pursue, Thy guiding eye, my Lord, I view;
My times are in thy hand. Throughout the year my heavenly Friend, On thy blest guidance I depend; From its commencement to its end
My times are in thy hand. Should comfort, health, and peace be mine, Should hours of gladness on me shine, Then let me trace Thy love divine;
My times are in thy hand. Thy smile alone makes moments bright, That smile turns darkness into light; This tho't will soothe grief's saddest night, My times are in thy hand.
Charlotte Elliott, ab. 1789-1871.
Bring Honth the Best Robe.
Blessed are they that mourn.
Matt. v. 4.
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I heard the voice of Love divine,
Addressing man to trouble born;
Saviour, what accents then were thine?
"Blessed are they that mourn.
Again it spoke-"Come unto Me
66 Thou, with distress and labor worn, "Rest and refreshment are for thee: Blessed are they that mourn."
I heard a voice in truth's pure word,
A saint, who sorrow's yoke had borne,
"Blest is the man thou chastenest, Lord!
"Blessed are they that mourn."
I heard an angel voice proclaim,
Yon victors bright, whom crowns adorn,
"Thro' tribulation great they came!
"Blessed are they that mourn."
Why should I then for sufferings grieve,
Since sorrow leads to joy's bright bourne,
Let me indeed the words believe,
"Blessed are they that mourn.
Charlotte Elliott, ab. 1789-1871.
Enter into thy closet.
Matt. vi. 6.
He was lost and is found.
Luke xv. 24.
The wanderer no more will roam,
The lost one to the fold hath come,
The prodigal is welcomed home,
O Lamb of God, in thee!
Tho' clothed with shame, by sin defiled,
The Father hath embraced his child;
And I am pardoned, reconciled,
O Lamb of God, in thee!
It is the Father's joy to bless;
His love provides for me a dress-
A robe of spotless righteousness,
O Lamb of God, in thee!
A feast of love for me is spread,
Now shall my famished soul be fed,
I feed upon the children's bread,
O Lamb of God, in thee!
Yea, in the fullness of his grace,
He put me in the children's place,
Where I may gaze upon his face,
O Lamb of God, in thee!
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Alone with Jesus! Blessed place,
Where I behold him face to face,
And every line of beauty trace,-
Companionship divine.
Alone with Jesus, while without
Are care and danger, fear and doubt;
But while with Him, the world shut out,
The joys of heaven are mine.
Alone with Jesus, oh, the bliss
Of holding converse such as this;
All anxious care I now dismiss,
And all of earth resign.
Alone with Jesus, oh, how blest!
Close folded to my Saviour's breast,
Be thou, dear Lord, my constant guest,
And keep me wholly thine.
Mary Ingalls Pierce, ab. 1880.
Come unto me, all ye that labor. 8s & 6s..
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Just as I am-Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,
Because thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come!
express, Yet, Lord, with joy my lips confess, This blessed portion I possess,
O Lamb of God, in thee!
It is thy precious name I bear,
It is thy spotless robe I wear,
Therefore, the Father's love I share,
O Lamb of God, in thee!
And when I in thy likeness shine,
The glory and the praise be thine,
That everlasting joy is mine,
O Lamb of God, in thee!
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Thy kingdom come! From year to year, Thy waiting church uplift their prayer; They in whose hearts thy grace hath
wrought, Breathe forth the cry thy lips have taught: Thy kingdom come! let every knee Bow down and own thy majesty.
Thy kingdom come.
Matt. vi. 10.
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Thy kingdom come! From year to year
Thy waiting church uplift their prayer;
They in whose hearts thy grace has wrought
Breathe forth the cry thy lips have taught:
Thy kingdom come! let every knee
Bow down and own thy majesty.
Thy will in earth like heaven be done;
O'er every foe be victory won;
Till earth and heaven again shall be
One with each other, and with thee:
Our Father, let thy kingdom come!
Thy will in earth like heaven be done.
Where once beneath wrath's gathering cloud,
Thy sacred head in anguish bowed;
Where thou didst bear thy cross in pain,
Oh, come in glorious might to reign:
Rejoice, O earth, and hail your King!
Ye morning stars, together sing!
Thy Kingdom come! from day to day,
Thy loyal church shall ever pray;
And wait the hour in joyful hope
When angel hands shall bear them up
Thy bliss to share, thy glory see,
And reign o'er all the earth with Thee.
Ruler of heaven and earth and hell,
Who dare against thy power rebel?
Or disobey the heavenly King,
Before whose face the angels sing?
O sinner, from transgression turn,
Before His wrath against thee burn.
O ye who in rebellion strong,
Have fought against God's love so long,
He doth to you his call extend;
Oh, come and seek the sinner's Friend.
For you he bore the cross of pain,-
Say, shall his blood be shed in vain?
Ye weary, heavy-laden, all,
In Christ's own stead on you I call,
Oh, hear his message from on high;
“Turn ye, turn ye, why will ye die?
To you I peace and pardon give."
O sinner, look to Christ and live!
We come, O gracious Lord, we come,
From all our wand'rings hastening home;
And joy throughout the courts above,
Shall tell the fullness of thy love.
Hark! how the shouts of triumph sound!
The dead's alive, the lost is found.
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689 Blessed are they that have not seen. L. M. 6 1.
We saw thee not when thou didst come
To this poor world of sin and death,
Nor e'er beheld thy cottage home
In that despised Nazareth;
But we believe thy footsteps trod
Its streets and plains, thou Son of God.
We did not see thee lifted high
Amid that wild and savage crew,
Nor hear thy meek, imploring cry,
"Forgive! they know not what they do:"
Yet we believe the deed was done
Which shook the earth and veiled the sun.
We stood not by the empty tomb,
Where, Lord, thy sacred body lay,
Nor sat within that upper room,
Nor met thee in the open way:
But we believe that angels said,
"Why seek the living with the dead?"
We did not mark the chosen few,
When thou didst through the clouds ascend,
First lift to heaven their wondering view,
Then to the earth all prostrate bend:
Yet we believe that mortal eyes
Beheld that journey to the skies.
We see thee not enthroned in heaven
At God's right hand, for us to plead;
But thou the Comforter hast given
Within our hearts to intercede;
And we believe that thou wilt come
And take thy waiting people home.
Arr. H. J. Buckoll, 1838. J. H. Gurney, 1851. ver. 5 H., 1882.
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To Him all angels cry aloud,
And tell his glory all abroad;
And seraphim with radiant wing,
Before him "Holy, Holy," sing;
And all heaven's shining myriads fall,
And crown him, King and Lord of all.
We too, the angel choir would join,
And praise and laud the King divine;
Monarchs of earth and people all,
Princes and judges, great and small,
Ye youths and maidens, old and young,
Praise ye the Lord with heart and tongue.
All, all above and all beneath,
The hosts of hell and powers of death,
Yea, he who bore sin's venomed sting,
Acknowledge him, and hail him King.
By all confessed, by all adored,
The universe proclaims him Lord.
Let all who breathe the vital air,
Unite God's glory to declare,
Let babes and sucklings sing his praise,
Prophets and saints their voices raise;
Let all beneath and all above,
Give praise to God, the God of love.
Jesus, the gift divine I know,
The gift divine I ask of thee;
That living water now bestow-
Thy Spirit and thyself, on me;
Thou, Lord, of life the fountain art;'
Now let me find thee in my heart.
Thee let me drink, and thirst no more
For drops of finite happiness;
Spring up, O Well, in heavenly power,
In streams of pure perennial peace,
In joy that none can take away,
In life which shall forever stay.
Peace be unto you. John xx. 19.
Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan,
Hath taught the rocks the notes of woe;
Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan,
And let thy tears forget to flow:
Behold, the precious balm is found,
To lull thy pain, to heal thy wound.
Come, freely come, by sin oppressed;
Unburden here thy weighty load;
Here find thy refuge and thy rest,
And trust the mercy of thy God:
Thy God's thy Saviour―glorious word!
Forever love and praise the Lord.
Walter W. Shirley, ab. 1772.
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