ZERAH. C. M.

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10 THOU, who by a star didst guide The wise men on their way,

Until it came and stood beside

The place where Jesus lay ;

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1 To us a Child of hope is born, To us a Son is given;

Him shall the tribes of earth obey,

Him all the hosts of heaven.

Behold, Thy servant dies;

I've seen Thy great salvation, Lord,

And close my peaceful eyes.'

4 Jesus, the vision of Thy face

Hath overpowering charms; Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace, If Christ be in my arms.

5 When flesh shall fail, and heart-strings break,

Sweet will the minutes roll;

A mortal paleness on my cheek,
But glory in my soul.

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I IN stature grows the heavenly Child, With death before His eyes;

A Lamb unblemished, meek and mild, Prepared for sacrifice.

2 The Son of God His glory hides With parents mean and poor;

And He who made the heavens abides In dwelling-place obscure.

3 Those mighty hands that stay the sky, No earthly toil refuse;

And He who set the stars on high,
A humble trade pursues.

4 He before whom the angels stand,
At whose behest they fly,

Now yields Himself to man's command, And lays His glory by.

5 The Father's Name we loudly raise, The Son we all adore,

The Holy Ghost, One God, we praise, Both now and evermore.

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I As to His earthly parents' home,
Went down the Holy Child,

And found His Father's business
there,

Subjection meek and mild:

2 And as obedience, all those years
In lowly Nazareth,

Forsook Him not, but bore Him on,
Obedient unto death:

3 So by Thy mercies teach us, Lord,
Our sacrifice to bring,

Our treasures, heart, and life, and love,
To spread before our King.

4 Thy presence is our guiding star,
We seek Thy holy hill;
Transform us, Lord, renew our minds,
To prove Thy perfect will.

CARPENTER. C. M.

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I BEHOLD, where in a mortal form
Appears each grace divine!
The virtues, all in Jesus met,

With mildest radiance shine.

2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, To give the mourner joy,

To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was His divine employ.

3 'Mid keen reproach, and cruel scorn,

Patient and meek He stood;
His foes, ungrateful, sought His life;
He labored for their good.

In the last hour of deep distress,
Before His Father's throne,
With soul resigned, He bowed, and said,
"Thy will, not Mine, be done!"

5 Be Christ our Pattern and our Guide; His image may we bear;

Oh may we tread His holy steps,
His joy and glory share.

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I OH where is He that trod the sea;
Oh where is He that spake,
And lepers from their pains are free,
And slaves their fetters break!
2 The lame and palsied freely rise,
With joy the dumb do sing;
And on the darkened, blinded eyes
Glad beams of morning spring!

3 Oh where is He that trod the sea;
Oh where is He that spake,
And demons from their victims flee,
The dead from slumber wake!

4 Here, here art Thou, Almighty Lord!
Oh speak to us once more,
And let Thy healing, quickening word,
Our ruined souls restore!

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I A PILGRIM through this lonely world,
The blesséd Saviour passed;

A mourner all His life was He,
A dying Lamb at last.

2 That tender heart which felt for all, For us its life-blood gave;

3

It found on earth no resting-place,
Save only in the grave.

Such was our Lord; and shall we fear
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, through storm or calm,

To Zion's blessed hill.

5 Dead to the world with Him who died
To win our hearts, our love,
We, risen with our risen Head,
In spirit dwell above.

SUMNER. L. M.

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I WHEN like a stranger on our sphere,
The lowly Jesus wandered here,
Where'er He went, affliction fled,
And sickness reared her fainting head.
2 The eye that rolled in irksome night,
Beheld His face,-for God is light;
The opening ear, the loosened tongue,
His precepts heard, His praises sung.
3 With bounding steps, the halt and lame
To hail their great Deliverer came;
O'er the cold grave He bowed His head,
He spake the word, and raised the dead.
4 Despairing madness, dark and wild,
In His inspiring presence smiled;
The storm of horror ceased to roll,
And reason lightened through the soul.
5 Through paths of loving-kindness led,
Where Jesus triumphed, we would
tread;

To all, with willing hands, dispense
The gifts of our benevolence.

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I How sweetly flowed the gospel sound From lips of gentleness and grace, When listening thousands gathered round,

And joy and reverence filled the place!

MELCOMBE. L. M.

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I How beauteous were the marks divine
That in Thy meekness used to shine,
That lit Thy lonely pathway, trod
In wondrous love, O Son of God!

2 Oh who like Thee, so calm, so bright,
So pure, so made to live in light,—
Oh who like Thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woe?

3 Oh who like Thee, so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,
So glorious in humility?

4 E'en death, which sets the prisoner free,
Was pang and scoff and scorn to Thee;
Yet love through all Thy torture glowed,
And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed.

5 Oh, in Thy light, be mine to go, Illuming all my way of woe! And give me ever on the road

To trace Thy footsteps, Son of God!

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I My dear Redeemer, and my Lord,
I read my duty in Thy word;
But in Thy life the law appears
Drawn out in living characters.

2 Such was Thy truth, and such Thy zeal, Such deference to Thy Father's will,

Such love, and meekness so divine, I would transcribe and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Witnessed the fervor of Thy prayer; The desert Thy temptations knew, Thy conflict and Thy victory too.

4 Be Thou my Pattern; make me bear More of Thy gracious image here; Then God, the Judge, shall own my

name

Among the followers of the Lamb.

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I O WONDROUs type, O vision fair,

Of glory that the Church shall share,
Which Christ upon the mountain shows,
Where brighter than the sun He glows!
2 With shining face and bright array,
Christ deigns to manifest to-day
What glory shall be theirs above,
Who joy in God with perfect love.

3 And faithful hearts are raised on high
By this great vision's mystery;
For which in joyful strains we raise
The voice of prayer, the hymn of praise.
4 O Father, with the Eternal Son,
And Holy Spirit, ever One,
Vouchsafe to bring us by Thy grace
To see Thy glory face to face.