573.

C. M.

E. H. SEARS.

Christmas Hymn.

1 CALM on the listening ear of night
Come heaven's melodious strains,
Where wild Judea stretches far
Her silver-mantled plains!

2 Celestial choirs, from courts above,
Shed sacred glories there;

And angels, with their sparkling lyres, Make music on the air.

3 The answering hills of Palestine
Send back the glad reply;

And greet, from all their holy heights,
The day-spring from on high.

4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee
There comes a holier calm,
And Sharon waves, in solemn praise,
Her silent groves of palm.

5 "Glory to God!" the sounding skies
Loud with their anthems sing-
"Peace to the earth-good will to men,
From heaven's Eternal King!"

6 Light on thy hills, Jerusalem!
The Saviour now is born!

And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains
Breaks the first Christmas morn.

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574.

7s. M. BOWRING.

For Advent or Christmas.

1st Voice. WATCHMAN! tell us of the night; What its signs of promise are.

2d Voice. Traveller! o'er yon mountain's height See that glory-beaming star! 1st Voice. Watchman! does its beauteous ray Aught of hope or joy foretell?

2d Voice. Traveller! yes; it brings the day, Promised day of Israel!

1st Voice. Watchman!

2d Voice. Traveller !

Yes, it brings, &c.

2

1st Voice. Watchman! tell us of the night; Higher yet that star ascends.

2d Voice. Traveller! blessedness and light,

Peace and truth its course portends. 1st Voice. Watchman! will its beams alone Gild the spot that gave them birth? 2d Voice. Traveller! ages are its own: See! it bursts o'er all the earth.

1st Voice. Watchman!

2d Voice. Traveller! Ages are its own, &c.

3

1st Voice. Watchman! tell us of the night, For the morning seems to dawn. 2d Voice. Traveller! darkness takes its flight, Doubt and terror are withdrawn.

1st Voice. Watchman! let thy wanderings cease; Hie thee to thy quiet home.

2d Voice. Traveller! lo! the Prince of Peace, Lo! the Son of God is come!

1st Voice. Watchman! Lo! the Prince of Peace, 2d Voice. Traveller!

&c.

575.

L. M.

SIR J. E. SMITH.

"Lo, it is I; be not afraid."

1 WHEN power divine in mortal form
Hushed with a word the raging storm,
In soothing accents Jesus said,
"Lo, it is I; be not afraid."

2 So when in silence nature sleeps,
And his lone watch the mourner keeps,
One thought shall every pang remove-
Trust, feeble man, thy Maker's love.

3 God calms the tumult and the storm;
He rules the seraph and the worm:
No creature is by him forgot

Of those who know, or know him not.

4 And when the last dread hour shall come, While shuddering nature waits her doom, This voice shall wake the pious dead, "Lo, it is I; be not afraid.”

Resurrection and Ascension of Christ.

1 HOSANNA to the Prince of Light,
That clothed himself in clay,
Entered the iron gates of death,
And tore the bars away.

2 Death is no more the king of dread,
Since our Immanuel rose;
He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoiled our hellish foes.

3 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft,
And to his Father flies,

With scars of honor in his flesh,
And triumph in his eyes.

4 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings, Your sweetest voices raise;

Let heaven, and all created things,
Sound our Immanuel's praise.

"Abide with us, for it is towards evening."

1 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze,
Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight
The last faint pulse of quivering light.

2 Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear!
It is not night if thou be near:
O may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
3 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
Forever on my Saviour's breast.

4 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without thee I dare not die.

Salvation by Christ. Ps. 85.

1 SALVATION is forever nigh

The souls that fear and trust the Lord; And grace, descending from on high, Fresh hopes of glory shall afford.

2 Now truth and honor shall abound; Religion dwell on earth again,

And heavenly influence bless the ground In our Redeemer's gentle reign.

3 His righteousness is gone before, To give us free access to God;

Our wandering feet shall stray no more, But mark his steps and keep the road.

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Helpless, yet happy.

WESLEY.

10 THOU, Whose wise, paternal love
Hath brought my active vigor down,
Thy choice I thankfully approve,
And, prostrate at thy gracious throne,
I offer up my life's remains,

I choose the state my God ordains.

2 Cast as a broken vessel by,
Thy will I can no longer do;
Yet while a daily death I die,
Thy power I may in weakness show;
My patience may thy glory raise,
My speechless woe proclaim thy praise.