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I am the Lord, I change not. Mal, iii : 6. I Roll out, O song to God!
Who of the Virgin born, Move on, ye throngs of men ! Made all our chains His own, Chances and changes come and go; And broke them with His own right God changeth not! Amen.
arm, And on the throngs of men,
Nor left us more alone.
me 3 Amid the weak, One strong, The word of hope and life.
Amid the false, One true,
One hope we ne'er shall rue. 2 Down in the darksome ways
In whose sight all is now, And worrying whirl of life
In whose love all is best : Sinks, like a strain of vesper-song, The things of this world pass away,
The thought of His great strife, Come, let us in Him rest.
Used by permission of G. SCHIRMER.
He hath raised up an horn of salvation for us, as he spake by the mouth of his
A - MEN.
holy prophets. Luke ii: 69, 70.
What Prophets have spoken,
The trial ensures,
'Tis Love that endures.
1 0 Wonder amazing!
At earth's midnight hour The ages are gazing
In awe at its power ; The great secret telling,
How anguish is stilled, The evil dispelling:
The Word is fulfilled.
2 O hearts that have carried
Your sorrows untold, The Helper that tarried
Come here and behold!
3 O love, ceasing never,
From Thee what can part? What height or depth sever
From Thy bleeding heart?
O blest Jesu mine!
Of mercy divine.
And the Word was made flesh and dwelt among us. John i : 14.
Clothed in garb of flesh and blood;
Mother-arms contain Thee now;
Yet by angels God confessed ;
That we may be sons of light,
Thus to Thee our love is won;
Thou shalt call his name Jesus: for he shall save his people from their sins.
Matt. i: 21.
I How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds!
The Christian's soul it cheers;
And drives away his fears.
And calms the troubled breast:
And to the weary, rest.
My shield and hiding place,
With boundless stores of grace.
And cold my warmest thought,
I'll praise Thee as I ought.
With every fleeting breath;
Refresh my soul in death.
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
Accept the praise I bring.
Matt. i : 21.
Name for songs of victory,
Hid in God's foreknowledge lay, In our days of misery,
Name for joyful veneration
2 Jesus is the Name we treasure, 4 'Tis the Name that whoso preacheth
Name beyond what words can tell ; Speaks like music to the ear; Nameof gladness, Name of pleasure, Who in prayer this Name beseecheth
Ear and heart delighting well ; Sweetest comfort findeth near ; Nameof sweetness passing measure, Who its perfect wisdom reacheth
Saving us from sin and hell, Heavenly joy possesseth here.