85.

COMING OF CHRIST.

4 "The heavenly babe you there shall find
To human view displayed,

All meanly wrapt in swathing bands,
And in a manger laid."

5 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith
Appeared a shining throng
Of angels' praising God, and thus
Address'd their joyful song:

6 "All glory be to God on high,
And to the earth be peace!

Good will henceforth, from heaven to men,
Begin and never cease."

85.

Yarmouth.

Coming of Christ. 7's & 6's M.

Montgomery.

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 monntains,
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,

86.

CHRISTMAS HYMN.

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!

Woodstock.

Christmas Hymn.

1 OH Saviour, whom this holy morn
Gave to our world below;

To mortal want and labor born,
And more than mortal wo!

2 Incarnate Word! by every grief,
By each temptation tried,
Who lived to yield our ills relief,
And to redeem us died!

3 If gaily clothed and proudly fed,
In dangerous wealth we dwell,
Remind us of thy manger bed,
And lowly cottage cell!

4 If prest by poverty severe,
In lonely want we pine,
Oh may thy spirit whisper near,
How poor a lot was thine!

86.

C. M.

Heber.

5 Through fickle fortune's various scene
From sin preserve us free!
Like us thou hast a mourner been,
May we rejoice with thee!

87, 88.

NOT ASHAMED OF JESUS.

87.

Humility of Jesus.

Dundee.

1 WHEN Jesus left his Father's throne,
He chose an humble birth;
And all unhonored and unknown,
He came to dwell on earth.

2 Like him may we be found below,
In wisdom's path of peace;

C. M.

Like him in grace and knowledge grow,
As years and strength increase.

3 Sweet were his words, and kind his look,
When mothers round him pressed;
Their infants in his arms he took,
And on his bosom blessed.

4 Safe from the world's alluring charms,
Beneath his watchful eye,

Thus in the circle of his arms
May we for ever lie.

That I should be ashamed of thee?
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days!

2 Ashamed of Jesus! Sooner far
Let evening blush to own its star;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.

3 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend?

89.

JESUS' DYING PRECEPT.

No! when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.

4 Ashamed of Jesus! Yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away,-
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to hush, no soul to save.

5 Till then, nor is my boasting vain,
Till then I boast a Saviour slain !
And O may this my glory be,
Jesus is not ashamed of me!

Ward.

Jesus teaching the People.

89, 90.

L. M.

Bowring.

1 How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound
From lips of gentleness and grace,
When listening thousands gathered round,
And joy and reverence filled the place!

2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke,
To heaven he led his followers' way;
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke,
Unveiling an immortal day.

3. "Come, wanderers, to my Father's home,
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest!"
Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come,
Obey thee, love thee, and be blest.

90.

Litchfield.

Jesus' Dying Precept.

C. M.

Mrs. Barbauld.

1 BEHOLD where, breathing love divine,
Our dying Master stands;

His weeping followers, gathering round,
Receive his last commands.

91.

THE LILIES OF THE FIELD.

2 From that mild teacher's parting lips
What tender accents fell!

The gentle precept which he gave,
Became its author well.

3"Blest is the man, whose softening heart Feels all another's pain;

To whom the supplicating eye

Was never raised in vain,

4 "Whose breast expands with generous warmth,
A stranger's woes to feel;
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound
He wants the power to heal.

5 "Peace from the bosom of his Lord,
My peace to him I give ;

And when he kneels before the throne,
His trembling soul shall live.

6 "To him protection shall be shown;
And mercy from above

Descend on those who thus fulfil
The perfect law of love.”

91. "Consider the Lilies of the Feld." C. M,

Clarendon.

Mary Howitt,

1 GOD might have made the earth bring forth
Enough for great and small,

The oak-tree and the cedar-tree,
Without a flower at all.

2 We might have had enough, enough

For every want of ours,

For luxury, medicine, and toil,
And yet have had no flowers.