2 He came not in a warrior's path, To preach on earth His Father's word, That "unto us a Child is born, And angels left their home on high, 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, 3 Nations all, remote and near, 4 There behold the day-spring rise, 279 Isaiah lxi. 1. ARK the glad sound, the HA comes! The Saviour promis'd long! C. M. Saviour 2 On Him the Spirit, largely pour'd, Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, 3 He comes the prisoners to release, The gates of brass before Him burst, 4 He comes-from thickest films of vice And on the eye-balls of the blind 5 He comes the broken heart to bind, 6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, 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, 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, 5 But, having reached His throne, 6 His promis'd Spirit, to make known Ye who have felt that flame, 281 N° OW in a song of grateful praise, 3 Howe'er mysterious are His ways, 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, 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 They cast their honours at His feet, 5 Through all His travels here below, Oft wondering how and where at last 6 They saw His heart, transfixed with wounds, 7 They brought His chariot from above, Then swept their golden harps, and sang, "The glorious work is done!" 283 Matt. viii. 20. 1 B 2 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 2 The weary bird hath left the air, And sunk into his shelter'd nest; 3 Still near the lake, with weary tread, And on His lone unshelter'd head |