2 He came not in a warrior's path,
With mighty armies strong;
He came not as a God in wrath,
Avenging Judah's wrong:-

To preach on earth His Father's word,
A little child, came Christ the Lord.
3 Glad was our Saviour's natal morn,
Angels rejoiced in heaven

That "unto us a Child is born,
To us a Son is given."

And angels left their home on high,
To tell of Christ's nativity.

278

Rev. xxii. 16. 7'8. C. WESLEY. 1 ONS of men, behold from far, Hail the long-expected Star

Star of truth that gilds the night,
Guiding devious nature right.
2 Mild it shines on all beneath,
Piercing through the shades of death;
Scattering error's wide-spread night;
Kindling darkness into light.

3 Nations all, remote and near,
Haste to see your Lord appear;
Haste, for Him your hearts prepare,
Meet Him manifested there.

4 There behold the day-spring rise,
Pouring light on mortal eyes;
See it chase the shades away,
Shining to the perfect day.

279

Isaiah lxi. 1.

ARK the glad sound, the

HA

comes!

The Saviour promis'd long!
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.

C. M. Saviour

2 On Him the Spirit, largely pour'd,
Exerts His sacred fire;

Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
His holy breast inspire.

3 He comes the prisoners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;

The gates of brass before Him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

4 He comes-from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray,

And on the eye-balls of the blind
To pour celestial day.

5 He comes the broken heart to bind,
The wounded soul to cure,
And with the treasure of His grace
To enrich the humble poor.

6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim,
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With Thy beloved name.

280

HIS LIFE.

John i. 11. S. M.

His own world He came,

CONDER.

To earth's most favoured spot;

Jesus, Immanuel, His name:

Yet Israel knew Him not.

Effulgence of His light,

He left His glorious court above,
To suffer man's despite.

3

He came to suffer death,

And, bleeding for His foes,

Spoke pardon with His dying breath,

And peace when He arose.

4

His latest moments here

In benediction pass'd:

To those who saw Him disappear,
That action was His last.

5 But, having reached His throne,
He sent down from above

6

His promis'd Spirit, to make known
The riches of His love.

Ye who have felt that flame,
On whom that grace is pour'd,
Go, in His Spirit to proclaim
Salvation in the Lord.

281

N°

OW in a song of grateful praise,
To Jesus we our voices raise;
Jesus, who deign'd on earth to dwell,
Who while on earth did all things well.
2 Wisdom, and power, and love divine
In all His works unrivall'd shine,
And force the wondering world to tell
That He alone did all things well.

3 Howe'er mysterious are His ways,
Or dark and sorrowful our days;
And though our spirit oft rebel,
We know He still does all things well.
4 And when we stand before His throne,
And all His ways are fully known,
This note in sweetest strains shall swell,
That Jesus has done all things well.

282 1 Tim. ill. 16.

C. M.

GREGG.

1 Brar as the eternal hills,

EYOND the glittering starry skies,

Yon heaven of heavens, with living light,
Our great Redeemer fills.

2 Legions of angels strong and fair In countless armies shine,

And swell His praise with golden harps, Attuned to songs divine.

3 "Hail, Prince!" they cry, "for ever hail! Whose unexampled love

Mov'd Thee to quit these glorious realms And royalties above."

4 While He did condescend on earth
To suffer scorn and pain,

They cast their honours at His feet,
And waited in His train.

5 Through all His travels here below,
They did His steps attend;

Oft wondering how and where at last
The mystic scene would end.

6 They saw His heart, transfixed with wounds,
With love and grief run o'er:
They saw Him break the bars of death,
Which none e'er brake before.

7 They brought His chariot from above,
To bear Him to His throne;

Then swept their golden harps, and sang, "The glorious work is done!"

283 Matt. viii. 20.

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6.10.

MONSELL

IRDS have their quiet nests,

Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed;

All creatures have their rest,

But Jesus had not where to lay His head.

And yet He came to give

The weary and the heavy laden rest;

To bid the sinner live,

And soothe my griefs to slumber on His breast.

3

4

5

6

7

I who once made Him grieve; I who once bade His gentle spirit mourn; Whose hand essay'd to weave

For His meek brow the cruel crown of thorn:

O why should I have peace?

Why? but for that unchang'd, undying love, Which would not, could not cease,

Until it made me heir of joys above.

Yes, but for pard'ning grace,

I feel I never should in glory see

The brightness of that face,

That once was pale and agonis'd for me.

Let the birds seek their nest,

Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed; Come, Saviour, in my breast

Deign to repose Thine oft-rejected head.

On earth Thou lovest best

To dwell in humble souls that mourn

for sin;

O come and take Thy rest,

This broken, bleeding, contrite heart within.

284 Matt. xiv. 22, 23. L. M. RUSSELL

'ER the dark wave of Galilee

gathers fast;

And on the waters drearily
Descends the fitful evening blast.

2 The weary bird hath left the air,

And sunk into his shelter'd nest;
The wandering beast has sought his lair,
And laid him down to welcome rest.

3 Still near the lake, with weary tread,
Lingers a form of human kind;

And on His lone unshelter'd head
Blows the chill night-damp of the wind.