646.

7 & 6s. M.

MONTGOMERY.

Kingdom of Christ.

1 HAIL to the Lord's Anointed,
Great David's greater Son;
Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun.
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free,
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.

2 Before him on the mountains,
Shall Peace, the herald, go;
And righteousness in fountains
From hill to valley flow.
For him shall prayer unceasing,
And daily vows ascend;
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end.

3 O'er every foe victorious,

He on his throne shall rest;
From age to age more glorious,
All blessing and all blest.
The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove;

His name shall stand forever;
That name to us is Love.

647.

11 & 10s. M.

Birth of Jesus.

HEBER.

1 BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning,

Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning,

Guide where the infant Redeemer is laid.

2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining;
Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall;
Angels bend o'er him, in slumber reclining,-
Monarch, Redeemer, Restorer of all.

3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion,
Ödors of Edom, and offerings divine?
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?

4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation,

Vainly with gold would his favor secure; Richer by far is the heart's adoration; Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.

648. C. M. 81. E. H. SEARS.

Christmas Carols.

1 Ir came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,

From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold:-
"Peace on the earth. good will to men
From heaven's all-gracious King".
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.

2 Still through the cloven skies they come
With peaceful wings unfurled,
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world;

Above its sad and lonely plains
They bend on heavenly wing,
And ever o'er its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing.

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3 Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world hath suffered long;
Beneath the angel strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not
The love song which they bring-
O hush the noise, ye men of strife,
And hear the angels sing!

4 And ye, beneath life's crushing load
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow;
Look, now! for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing—
O, rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing!

5 For, lo, the days are hastening on,
By prophet bards foretold,
When with the ever-circling years,
Comes round the age of gold;
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,

And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing.

649.

L. M.

H. K. WHITE.

Star of Bethlehem.

WHEN, marshalled on the nightly plain,
The glittering host bestud the sky,
One Star alone, of all the train,

Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.

2 Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
From every host, from every gem;
But one alone the Saviour speaks,
It is the Star of Bethlehem!"

3 Once on the raging seas I rode;

The storm was loud, the night was dark; The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark. 4 Deep horror then my courage froze; Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose,

It was the Star of Bethlehem!

5 It was my guide, my light, my all;
It bade my dark forebodings cease;
And, through the storm and danger's thrall,
It led me to the port of peace.

6 Now, safely moored, my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,
Forever, and forevermore,

The Star- the Star of Bethlehem!

1 DAUGHTER of Zion, awake from thy sadness! Awake! for thy foes shall oppress thee no

more;

Bright o'er thy hills dawns the Day-star of gladness;

Arise! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er.

2 Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued

them,

And scattered their legions, was mightier far:

They fled like the chaff from the scourge that pursued them,

Vain were their steeds and their chariots of

war.

3 Daughter of Zion, the Power that hath saved

Not where to lay his head.

1 O'ER the dark wave of Galilee

The gloom of twilight gathers fast, And on the waters drearily

Descends the fitful evening blast.

2 The weary bird hath left the air,

And sunk into his sheltered 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, unsheltered head

Flows the chill night-damp of the wind.