4 Ye who pine in weary sadness,
Weep no more, for the door
Now is found of gladness.

Cling to Him, for He will guide you
Where no cross, pain, or loss
Can again betide you.

5 Blessed Saviour, let me find Thee!
Keep Thou me close to Thee

Cast me not behind Thee!

Life of life, my heart Thou stillest,
Calm I rest on Thy breast,

All this void Thou fillest.

6 Thee, O Lord, with heed I'll cherish,
Live to Thee, and with Thee
Dying, shall not perish,

But shall dwell with Thee for ever
Far on high, in the joy

That can alter never.

PAUL GERHARDT. 1651.

TR. BY C. WINKWORTH. 1858.

C.M.

1030 The people that walked in darkness have seen

1

THE

a great light.-Isa. 9. 2.

HE race that long in darkness pined
Have seen a glorious light;

The people dwell in day, who dwelt
In death's surrounding night.

2 To hail Thy rise, Thou better Sun
The gathering nations come,
Joyous as when the reapers bear
The harvest-treasures home.

3 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.

4 His name shall be the Prince of Peace,
For evermore adored;

The Wonderful, the Counsellor,
The great and mighty Lord.

5 His power, increasing, still shall spread,
His reign no end shall know;
Justice shall guard His throne above,
And peace abound below.

7s.

J. MORRISON. 1780.

1031 When they saw the star, they rejoiced with

1

exceeding great joy.-Matt. 2. 10.

S with gladness men of old

AS

Did the guiding star behold;
As with joy they hailed its light,
Leading onward, beaming bright;
So, most gracious God, may we
Evermore be led to Thee.

2 As with joyful steps they sped
To that lowly manger bed,

There to bend the knee before
Him whom heaven and earth adore ;
So may we with willing feet

Ever seek Thy mercy-seat.

3 As they offered gifts most rare
At that manger rude and bare:
So may we with holy joy,
Pure, and free from sin's alloy,
All our costliest treasures bring,
Christ, to Thee, our heavenly King.

4 Holy Jesus! every day

Keep us in the narrow way;

And, when earthly things are past,
Bring our ransomed souls at last
Where they need no star to guide,
Where no clouds Thy glory hide.
5 In the heavenly country bright
Need they no created light;
Thou its Light, its Joy, its Crown,
Thou its Sun, which goes not down:
There for ever may we sing

Hallelujahs to our King!

W. C. DIX. 1859.

THE LORD JESUS CHRIST:

HIS LIFE ON EARTH.

C. M.

1032 Made Himself of no reputation, and took on

1

Him the form of a servant.-Phil. 2. 7.

BEHOLD! the Son of God appears

To save from sin and woe;

He leaves His radiant throne on high,
To dwell with men below.

2 Clothing Himself with mortal flesh,
He flies to our relief;

Sorrows His chief acquaintance were,
And His companion, grief.

3 From Bethlehem's inn to Calvary's cross, Affliction marked His road;

And many a weary step He took
To bring us back to God.

4 How keen the anguish and the smart
That pained His holy mind,

When all the powers of earth and hell
Against Him were combined,

5 How dark and awful was the hour When on the cross He cried,

66

'Tis finished," the full ransom's paid;
Then bowed His head and died!

6 And did my Saviour thus expire,
Nailed to the accursed tree?
To Him I give my soul away
Who lived and died for me.

BAP. NEW SELECTION. 1828.

C.M.

1033 Strangers and pilgrims.—Heb. 11. 13.

1

A

PILGRIM through this lonely world,
The blessed Saviour passed;

A mourner all His life was He,

A dying Lamb at last.

2 That tender heart that felt for all,
For all its life-blood gave;
It found on earth no resting-place,
Save only in the

grave.

3 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 In tents we dwell amid the waste,
Nor turn aside to roam

In folly's path, nor seek our rest
Where Jesus had no home.

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

MA

Lamb of God, 'tis Thee we seek;

For the wants which press us now
Other aid is all too weak.
Canst Thou take our sins away?
May we find repose in Thee?
From the gracious lips to-day,
As of old, breathes, Come and see.
2 Master, where abidest Thou?
We would leave the past behind;
We would scale the mountain's brow,
Learning more Thy heavenly mind.
Still a look is all our lore,

The transforming look to Thee:
From the Living Truth once more
Breathes the answer, Come and see.

3 Master, where abidest Thou?
How shall we Thine image best
Bear in light upon our brow,
Stamp in love upon our breast?
Still a look is all our might;
Looking draws the heart to Thee;
Sends us from the absorbing sight,
With the message, Come and see.
4 Master, where abidest Thou?
All the springs of life are low;