183 Herald Angels. 7s. D. FELIX MENDELSSOHN-BARTHOLDY. Beth-le-hem!" With the angel host proclaim, “Christ is born in Bethlehem!" AMEN. 184 Carol. C. M. D. RICHARD S. WILLIS. 1. It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth, To touch their harps of gold; "Peace to the earth, good-will to men, From heav'n's all- gracious King:" The earth in sol-emn stillness lay, To hear the an-gels sing. A-MEN. 186 Rockingham. L. M. 4 #3 LOWELL MASON. 1. How beauteous were the marksdi-vine, That in Thy meek-ness used to shine, 0.0. That lit Thy lone-ly pathway, trod In wondrous love, O Son of God! A - MEN. 187 Tune:-CORONATION. No. 169 1 All hail the coming Son of God, He's coming back again; ||: He's coming in the clouds of heaven, He's coming back to reign! : || 1 O wondrous type, O vision fair, Of glory that the Church shall share, 2 Sinners whose sins are washed away, 2 With shining face and bright array, Nor left a single stain, Christ deigns to manifest to-day [[:Go, hail the advent of your Lord; He's coming back to reign! :|| What glory shall be theirs above, 3 And faithful hearts are raised on high, By this great vision's mystery; 3 Let every kindred, every tribe, Free of creation's pain, : Aloud acclaim His welcome back, He's coming back to reign! :|| For which in joyful strains we raise 4 Ah! soon with all the ransomed throng, 4 O Father, with the Eternal Son, Beholding Him once slain, ||: We'll see the rolling cloud, and shout, He's coming back to reign! : || James M. Gray. And Holy Spirit, ever One, Vouchsafe to bring us by Thy grace John M. Neale, tr. To see Thy glory face to face. 189 Evan. C. M. WILLIAM H. HAVERGAL. 1. I heard the voice of Jesus say, "Come un - to me and rest; Lay down, thou wear-y one, lay down Thy head up-on my breast!" AMEN. 2 I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad; 3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, - 4 I came to Jesus, and I drank 5 I heard the voice of Jesus say, - 6 I looked to Jesus, and I found 190 Horatius Bonar, 1 We may not climb the heavenly steeps 3 Such was our Lord; and shall we fear To bring the Lord Christ down; In vain we search the lowest deeps, For Him no depths can drown. 2 But warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is He; And love its Galilee. The cross, with all its scorn? Or love a faithless evil world, That wreathed His brow with thorn? 4 No! facing all its frowns or smiles, Like Him, obedient still, We homeward press thro' storm or calm, To Zion's blessed hill. Horatius Bonar. 3 See, from His head, His hands, His feet, 5 Were the whole realm of nature mine, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all, 193 Olive's Brow, L. M. Isaac Watts. WILLIAM B. BRADBURY. Yet He that hath in anguish knelt, 2 'Tis midnight; and from all removed, 3 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood; Is borne the song that angels know; Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. William B. Tappan. |