3 Did the Lord a man become, That he might the law fulfil; Bleed and suffer in my room? And canst thou, my tongue, be still? 4 No, I must my praises bring, Though they worthless are, and weak; For should I refuse to sing, Sure the very stones would speak. 5 0 my Saviour, Shield, and Sun, Shepherd, Brother, Master, Friend, Ev'ry precious name in one; I will love Thee without end. HYMN BRIGE RIGHT and joyful is the morn, 2 On His shoulder He shall bear 3 Wonderful in counsel He, 4 Come and worship at His feet; III. 3. HYMN 71. ARK! what mean those holy voices, HSweetly sounding through the skies? 2 Cherubs tell the wondrous story, 3 Peace on earth, good-will from Heaven, Reaching far as man is found; Souls redeem'd, and sins forgiven! Loud our grateful harps shall sound 4 Christ is born, the great Anointed; Heaven and earth His praises sing! O receive whom God appointed, For your Prophet, Priest, and King! 5 Hasten, mortals, to adore Him; Learn His name to magnify, Till in Heaven ye sing before Him "Glory be to God most High!" HYMN MY Y song shall bless the Lord of all, My praise shall climb to His abode; Thee, Saviour, by that name I call, The great Supreme, the mighty God. 2 Without beginning or decline, He shines eternal ages hence. 3 As much, when in the manger laid, 4 Of all the crowns Jehovah bears, That gracious sound well pleas'd He hears, HYMN 73. C. M. The Presentation of Christ in the Temple. L ORD, at Thy temple we appear, And hope to meet our Saviour here; 2 With what divine and vast delight 3 "Now I can leave this world," he cried ; "Behold thy servant dies; I've seen Thy great salvation, Lord, 4 "This is the light prepar'd to shine Upon the Gentile lands, Thine Israel's glory and their hope, To break their slavish bands." 5 Jesus! the vision of thy face, THE END OF THE YEAR. HYMN 74. C. M. LESS God that towards eternity BLESS Oh, longing turns Thy Church to Thee, 2 Oh, that we soon might Thee behold! Oh, come, ere yet the heart grow cold, 3 Come, is the pleading of Thy Bride, 4 The past we lived in love divine And that the future shall be Thine, HYMN BB ENEATH our feet and o'er our head Beneath us lie the countless dead, 2 Death rides on every passing breeze 3 Our eyes have seen the rosy light 4 Our eyes have seen the steps of age And yet shall earth our hearts engage, 5 Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know; 6 Turn, mortal, turn! thy soul apply The dead, who underneath thee lie, |