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the inn.-Luke 2. 7.

O room for Thee, dear Jesus-
In this Thine own bright earth,

No friendly roof to cover

Thy gentle, lowly birth;
Was this the world's reception
Of its Redeemer-King,

Who left His throne in heaven
Eternal life to bring?

2 No room for Thee, dear Jesus-
Nor for Thy mother poor,
No love to bid Thee welcome,
And open wide the door;
But in a manger-cradle,
Where once the cattle fed,
On Thy first day of sorrow,
Did rest Thy little head.

3 No room for Thee, dear Jesus-
Throughout Thy loving life;
No kindly hand to cheer Thee,
Nor help Thee in the strife;
Alone in God's own armour,
Thou didst maintain the fight,
Didst nobly scorn the shameful,
And didst uphold the right.

4 No room for Thee, dear Jesus-
And so Thy Cross was made;
Men would not love Thy beauty,
So death was on Thee laid:
Room, room they had for evil,
Where it might freely be,
But oh! Thou loving Saviour,
They had no room for Thee.

5 No room for Thee, dear Jesus-
This shall not now be true,
My heart doth bid Thee welcome,
Its portais enter through;
Though all the world despise Thee,
If Thon wilt only come,
With joy beyond expression,
I'll find for Thee a home.

WALTER J. MATHAMS. 1875.

PRAYER FOR OUR COUNTRY.

6.6.4.

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bless us.-Ps. 67. 1.

1OD bless our native land:
May Thy protecting hand
Still guard our shore!
May peace her power extend,
Foe be transformed to friend,
And Britain's rights depend
On war no more!

2 O Lord, our monarch bless
With strength and righteousness;
Long may she reign!

Her heart inspire and move
With wisdom from above;
And in a nation's love

Her throne maintain.

3 May just and righteous laws
Uphold the public cause,
And bless our isle!

Home of the brave and free,
Thou land of liberty,

May Heaven ne'er cease on thee
With love to smile!

4 Nor on this land alone;
But be God's mercies known
From shore to shore!
And may the nations see
That men should brothers be,
And form one family

The wide world o'er.

W. E. HICKSON.

CLOSING SONG OF PRAISE.

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Te Deum Laudamus.

E praise Thee, O God: we acknowledge Thee to be the Lord.

All the earth doth worship Thee: the Father everlasting.

To Thee all Angels cry aloud: the Heavens, and all the Powers therein.

To Thee Cherubim, and Seraphim, continually do cry,

Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God of Sabaoth; Heaven and earth are full of the Majesty of Thy Glory.

The glorious company of the Apostles: praise Thee.

The goodly fellowship of the Prophets : praise Thee.

The noble army of Martyrs: praise Thee. The holy Church throughout all the world, doth acknowledge Thee:

The Father of an infinite Majesty; Thine honourable, true, and only Son; Also the Holy Ghost the Comforter. Thou art the King of Glory : O Christ. Thou art the everlasting Son of the Father.

'lis by the faith of joys to come

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