"Oh help us, mid these beams divine, "To know them but reflections bright, "Of glory true and infinite, "Which floods the fields of heaven." And thus in happiness or care, So lead us, Thou to whom we pray, Unto the Christ we come; And where we see the star abide, There surely trusting in our guide, Thy face Lord will I seek. HEARD the voice of Jesus say, "Come unto me and rest; "Lay down, poor weary one, lay down F. L. I heard the voice of Jesus say, "Behold I freely give "The living water, thirsty one, "Stoop down, and drink, and live;" I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, I heard the voice of Jesus say, I looked to Jesus and I found So in the Light of light I live, Bonar. Joseph a type of Christ. OLD by them that should have loved thee, Given by him that best had proved thee To the dungeon and the band :- And the airs on upland breezy, And the captive's weary woe; Out of grief to honour risen, Those thine anguish could not moveWearing graciously thy glory Through the land thy wisdom won— How should Christians read thy story, Aged Israel's favoured son? As the little sapling tender Shows the great oak waving proud; As the cold lake burns with splendour From the crimson sunset-cloud; So in sufferings of thine Trace we out a grief divine, And thy sorrows throb and glow With a pulse of heavenly woe! Stooped to suffering man, and died. He was scorned, and sold, and hated Followed to His three days' grave,— With that love so full and free, Now He reigneth high exalted When by heaven's high hosts surrounded For behind each image saintly As the lines lie dim and faintly Till the sunlight touch the pane, That our eyes should love to trace. C. F. A. Glory to God in the highest. LORIOUS LORIOUS was that primeval light Which poured its golden flood O'er the young earth when fresh and bright In its first bloom it stood. But, lo! another light, that shines Glad tidings of Immanuel's birth "Good will towards men," they sing. Rise, then, my soul, and greet the morn, Thus sung by hosts of heaven; For unto us a Child is born, To us a Son is given. C. E. |