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Coming unseen, unseen departing thence;
Hither come, ye poor and wretched;
Know His will
Is to fill
All regret, Fill your hearts with treasure. Blessed Saviour, let me find Thee !
Keep Thou me
Close to Thee,
Calm I rest
On Thy breast,
496. CHRISTMAS. A Christmas Carol.
Heedfully my Lord I'll cherish,
Live to Thee,
And with Thee
Far on high,
In the joy
Gerhardt, tr. by Miss Winkworth.
All my heart this night rejoices,
As I hear,
Far and near, Sweetest angel voices : 'Christ is born,' their choirs are singing,
Till the air
Soft and sweet,
Doth entreat : *Flee from woe and danger; Brethren, come: from all that grieves you
You are freed;
All you need
Here let all,
Great and small,
Hail the Star
That from far
Weep no more,
For the door
Where no cross,
Pain or loss,
Who for sin,
Help is near;
One is here
497. CHRISTMAS. A Christmas Carol.
To-Day in Bethlehem hear I
Sweet angel voices singing :
Who peace to earth is bringing.
Than highest heaven most holy :
And lifteth up the lowly.
God wills that peace should be in earth,
And holy exultation :
And wondrous Incarnation.
Even the lowly singing :
John of Damascus, tr. by Schaff.
498. CHRISTMAS. A Christmas Carol.
Like silver lamps in a distant shrine,
The stars are sparkling clear and bright; The bells of the city of God ring out,
For the Son of Mary was born to-night; The gloom is past, and the morn at last
Is coming with orient light.
Never fell melodies half so sweet
As those which are filling the skies; And never a palace shone half so fair
As the manger-bed where our Saviour lies; No night in the year is half so dear
As this which has ended our sighs. The stars of heaven still shine as at first
They gleam'd on this wonderful night; The bells of the city of God peal out,
And the angels' song still rings in the height; And love still turns where the Godhead burns,
Veild in the flesh from fleshly sight. Faith sees no longer the stable floor,
The pavement of sapphire is there;
And angels of God are crowding the air;
Are at peace on this night so fair.-W. C. Dix.
Aye fresh and green His love untold,
He died, but ne'er again shall die. Then bear a joy where joys are not,
Go speak a kindly word in love; Less bitter make some loveless lot,
Now earth is link'd to heaven above;
Or dark or light, in joy or ill,
So ever work a Father's will.-W. S. Lee.
501. CHRISTMAS. Hymn for
Come hither, ye faithful ;
Triumphantly sing ;
Our Saviour and King !
With joyful accord !
To worship the Lord !
He comes from the skies;
He doth not despise.
All singing in heaven :
All glory be given !'
499. CHRISTMAS. Glory of
A DAY, a Day of Glory!
A Day that ends our woe !
Against the vanquish'd foe!
To this December morn :
And let the Child be born!
Archangels tell their mirth :
Men answer upon earth :
And mortals raise the horn,
And let the Child be born!
He comes, His shrine the stall;
Who made and governs all ;
The Prince of Wine and Corn;
Tr. by 7. M. Neale. 500. CHRISTMAS : how to keep it. He came, heaven's glories to unfold,
To bring the captive a release,
Emmanuel, the Prince of Peace.
Hang the bright holly up on high;
To Thee, then, O Jesus !
This day of Thy birth, Be glory and honour
Through heaven and earth ! True Godhead Incarnate !
Omnipotent Word ! Oh, come, let us hasten
To worship the Lord !- From the Latin.
502. CHRISTMAS. Return of
Thou Patriarchs' joy, Thou Prophets' song,
Tr. from the Danish by Chas. P. Krauth.
503. CHRISTMAS. Song of
It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
To touch their harps of gold :
From heaven's all-gracious King!'
To hear the angels sing.
With peaceful wings unfurl'd ;
O'er all the weary world : Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on heavenly wing,
The blessed angels sing.
The world has suffer'd long :
Two thousand years of wrong; And men, at war with men, hear not
The love-song which they bring :
And hear the angels sing!
Whose forms are bending low ;
With painful steps and slow,-
Come swiftly on the wing;
And hear the angels sing.
By prophet-bards foretold,
Comes round the age of gold;
Its ancient splendours Aling,
Edmund H. Sears.
504. CHRISTMAS. The Christmas Angels. The Christmas angels, is their mission ended ?
They are not seen by mortal eyes, as when O'er Bethlehem's plain their shining troops de
scended, And chanted, 'Peace on earth, good will to men.' The voices that once join'd the heavenly chorus
That mighty ‘Gloria,' echoing far and wide| Are floating in the wintry starlight o'er us,
And singing sweetly every Christmas-tide. Far over snow-clad hills and moorlands dreary
Is heard the rushing of each silver wing; Wherever homes are sad or hearts are weary
The blessed Christmas angels come and sing. In the dim alleys of the crowded city
They enter, where the sunbeams never came;
For all earth's bitter misery and shame.
Whence came that sudden hope they feel within, Bidding them rise and break their bonds asunder
Those heavy fetters forged by want and sin. The angels sing of holy aspirations,
Of pure and happy things, of better times ; Until the soul is stirr'd by strange vibrations,
That seem as if they came from Christmas chimes. And new desires, to resolutions growing,
Are slowly shaped and fashion'd into form; Till frozen hearts become all warın and glowing,
And gain fresh strength to battle with the storm.
In glorious waves of music ebb and flow-
Are singing ever with the Church below.
Amid encircling hills or woodlands dim,
For angels join the poor man's Christmas hymn.
dour, Yet is the hallelujah just as sweet; For angels and archangels sing, and render
The feeble notes all perfect and complete.
While this old world is full of grief and wrong;
Is pure and precious as an angel's song.
To speak their Lord's glad tidings far and nearThe old, old story, that is new for ever| Oh these are breathing heaven's own music here!
510. CHURCH: is to be found everywhere.
Why should we crave a hallow'd spot?
505. CHURCH. Conduct in WHEN once thy foot enters the church, be bare. God is more there than thou : for thou art there Only by His permission. Then beware, And make thyself all reverence and fear. Kneeling ne'er spoild silk stockings : quit thy
To cozen thee. Look to thy actions well :
George Herbert. 506. CHURCH. Death in the MANY there are and dry,
Spread through the open vale,
Within the Christian pale.
The scatter'd bones I see,
A hideous Calvary !
507. CHURCH: the devil's chapel.
God never had a house of prayer
511. CHURCH. How God is building the WHENCE came of old those goodly stones 'twas
Israel's pride to raise, The glory of the former house, the joy of ancient
days; In purity and strength erect, in radiant splendour
bright, Sparkling with golden beams of noon, or silver
smiles of night? From coasts the stately cedar crowns, each noble slab
was brought, In Lebanon's deep quarries hewn, and on its moun
tains wrought; There rung the hammer's heavy stroke among the
echoing rocks, There chased the chisel's keen, sharp edge, the rude,
unshapen blocks. Thence polish’d, perfected, complete, each fitted to
its place, For lofty coping, massive wall, or deep imbedded
base, They bore them o'er the waves that roll'd their
billowy swell between The shores of Tyre's imperial pride and Judah's
hills of green. With gradual toil the work went on, through days
and months and years, Beneath the summer's laughing sun, and winter's
frozen tears; And thus in majesty sublime and noiseless pomp it
rose, Fit dwelling for the God of Peace ! a temple of
repose ! Brethren in Christ ! to holier things the simple type
apply; Our God Himself a temple builds, eternal and on
high, Of souls elect; their Zion there—that world of light
and bliss ; Their Lebanon — the place of toil — of previous
moulding-this. From nature's quarries, deep and dark, with gracious
aim He hews The stones, the spiritual stones, it pleaseth Him to
508. CHURCH. A fashionable
Park. 509. CHURCH. The first
THE perfect world, by Adam trod,