THE LORD JESUS CHRIST:

HIS ADVENT.

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1026 The angel said, I bring you

good tidings of great joy.Luke 2. 10.

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HRISTIANS, awake, salute the

[born;

Whereon the Saviour of mankind was
Rise to adore the mystery of love
Which hosts of angels chanted from
above;

With them the joyful tidings first begun Of God Incarnate, of the Virgin's Son. 2 Then to the watchful shepherds it was told, ["Behold, Who heard the angelic herald's voice, 1 bring good tidings of a Saviour's birth' To you and all the nations upon earth; This day hath God fulfilled His promised word, [Lord."

This day is born a Saviour, Christ the 3 He spake; and straightway the celestial choir [spire; In hymns of joy, unknown before, conThe praises of redeeming love they sang, And heaven's whole orb with hallelujahs

rang;

[still, God's highest glory was their anthem Peace upon earth,and unto men good-will. 4 O may we keep and ponder in our mind God's wondrous love in saving lost mankind! [our loss Trace we the Babe who hath retrieved From the poor manger to the bitter cross; Tread in His steps, assisted by His grace, Till man's first heavenly state again takes place.

5 Then may we hope, the angelic hosts among, [throng: To join, redeemed, a glad triumphant He that was born upon this joyful day Around us all His glory shall display; Saved by His love, incessant we shall sing Eternal praise to heaven's almighty King.

J. BYROM. 1773.

A multitude of the heavenly host praising God.-Luke 2, 13. T came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth, To touch their harps of gold

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"Peace to the earth, good-will to men,
From heaven's all-gracious King!"
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.

2 Still through the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled,

And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world;
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on heavenly wing,
And ever o'er its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing.

3 Yet, with the woes of sin and strife,
The world has suffered long;
Beneath the angels' strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not
The love-song which they bring :
Oh hush the noise, ye men of strife,
And hear the angels sing!

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And ye, beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way,
With painful steps and slow,
Look now! for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing:
Oh! rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing!

5 For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophet bards foretold,
When, with the ever-circling years,
Comes round the age of gold:-
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendours fling,
And the whole earth send back the song
Which now the angels sing.

S.M.

E. H. SEARS. 1850.

1028 Unto you is born

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Saviour which is Christ the
Lord.-Luke 2. 11.

Het earth resound the strain;
And let the joyful tidings spread,
O'er island, sea, and main,

ARK! 'tis the song of heaven,

"To us a child is born,"

To bring salvation to our world,

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To bless our guilty race,

To save us by His grace.

We join with angel-hosts to sing
His wondrous, boundless fame.

The offering of our hearts,
Low at His feet we lay;

With sacred songs, and holy joy,
Keep the glad holiday.

All hail! Thou glorious King,
We give ourselves to Thee;
Our souls adore Thy royal sway,
Let us Thy glory see.

J. T. WIGNER. 1878. 8.6.6.

1029 And she brought forth her first

born Son,. .. and laid Him in a manger.-Luke 2. 7.

Ashear, far and near,

LL my heart this night rejoices,

Sweetest angel voices;

"Christ is born!" their choirs are singing, Till the air, everywhere,

Now with joy is ringing.

2 Hark! a voice from yonder manger,

Soft and sweet, doth entreat :
"Flee from woe and danger;

Brethren, come: from all doth grieve you
You are freed; all you need

I will surely give you."

3 Come, then, let us hasten yonder;
Here let all, great and small,
Kneel in awe and wonder.
Love Him who with love is yearning;
Hail the Star that from far
Bright with hope is burning.
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 stiltest,
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.

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PAUL GERHARDT. 1651.
TR. BY C. WINKWORTH.
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1030 The people that walked in dark

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ness have seen a great light.-
Isa. 9. 2.

1 THE 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.

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J. MORRISON. 1780.

1031 When they saw the star, they

rejoiced with exceeding great
joy.-Matt. 2. 10.

S with gladness men of old
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.

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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.

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1032 Made Himself of no reputation,

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and took on Him the form of
a servant.-Phil. 2. 7.

EHOLD! 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,

""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.

C.M.

1828.

1033 Strangers and pilgrims.

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Heb. 11. 13.

APILGRIM through this lonely world,

The blessed Saviour

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?

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Rabbi,

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SIR E. DENNY. 1818.

where dwellest Thou?-John 1. 38.

1 MASTER, where abidest Thou?

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;
Sin and grief our spirits bow,
And we wait Thy call to go.
From the depths of happy rest,
Where the just abide with Thee,

From the voice which makes them blest,
Falls the summons, Come and see.

5 Christian, tell it to thy brother
From life's dawning to its end:
Every hand may clasp another,
And the loneliest bring a friend,-
Till the veil is drawn aside

And, from where her home shall be,
Bursts on the enfranchised Bride
The triumphant, Come and see!
MRS. ELIZABETH CHARLES.

1801.

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THINE arm, O Christ, in days of old
Was strong to heal and save;

It triumphed o'er disease and death,
O'er darkness and the grave.

To Thee they went, the blind, the dumb,
The palsied and the lame,

The leper with his tainted life,
The sick with fevered frame.

2 And lo! Thy touch brought life and health,
Gave speech and strength and sight;
And youth renewed and frenzy calmed
Owned Thee, the Lord of light;
And now, O Lord, be near to bless,
Almighty as of yore,

In crowded street, by restless couch,
As by Gennesareth's shore.

3 Be Thou our great Deliverer still,
Thou Lord of life and death:
Restore and quicken, soothe and bless,
With Thine Almighty breath;

To hands that work, and eyes that see,
Give wisdom's heavenly lore,

That whole and sick, and weak and strong, May praise Thee evermore.

E. H. PLUMPTRE.

L.M.

1865.

1036 Master, it is good for us to be

here.-Mark 9. 5.

MASTER, it is good to be

[Thee,

High on the mountain here with Where stand revealed to mortal gaze Those glorious saints of other days; Who once received, on Horeb's height, The eternal laws of truth and right, Or caught the still small whisper, higher Than storm, than earthquake, or than fire. 2 O Master, it is good to be

With Thee, and with Thy faithful Three, Here, where the Apostle's heart of rock Is nerved against temptation's shock; Here, where the Son of Thurder learns The thought that breathes, the word that burns;

Here, where on eagle's wings we move With him whose last, best creed is Love. 3 O Master, it is good to be

Entranced, enwrapt, alone with Thee;
And watch Thy glistening raiment glow
Whiter than Hermon's whitest snow;
The human lineaments that shine
Irradiant with a light Divine,

Till we too change from grace to grace,
Gazing on that transfigured face.

4 O Master, it is good to be

Here on the Holy Mount with Thee;
When darkling in the depths of night,
When dazzled with excess of light,
We bow before the heavenly Voice
That bids bewildered souls rejoice:
Though love wax cold, and faith be dim,
"This is My Son! oh, hear ye Him!"
DEAN STANLEY. 1865.

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1037 who loved me, and gave Him

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self for me.-Gal. 2.-20.

HY life was given for me, Thy blood, O Lord, was shed, That I might ransomed be, And quickened from the dead; Thy life was given for me; What have I given for Thee? 2 Long years were spent for me In weariness and woe, That through eternity Thy glory I might know; Long years were spent for me; Have I spent one for Thee? 3 Thy Father's home of light, Thy rainbow-circled throne, Were left for earthly night, For wanderings sad and lone; Yea, all was left for me; Have I left aught for Thee?

4 Thou, Lord, hast borne for me
More than my tongue can tell
Of bitterest agony,

To rescue me from hell;
Thou sufferedst all for me;
What have I borne for Thee?

5 And Thou hast brought to me
Down from Thy home above
Salvation full and free,
Thy pardon and Thy love;
Great gifts Thou broughtest me;
What have I brought to Thee?

60 let my life be given,

My years for Thee be spent ;
World-fetters all be riven,
And joy with suffering blent;
To Thee my all I bring,
My Saviour and my King!

F. R. HAVERGAL.

1876.

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F. W. FABER. 1863.

1039 And sitting down they watched

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Him there.-Matt. 27. 36.

THRONED upon the awful tree,
King of grief, I watch with 'Thee;
Darkness veils Thine anguished face,
None its lines of woe can trace,
None can tell what pangs unknown
Hold Thee silent and alone.

2 Silent through those three dread hours
Wrestling with the evil powers,
Left alone with human sin,
Gloom around Thee and within.
Till the appointed time is nigh,
Till the Lamb of God may die.

3 Hark that cry that peals aloud
Upward through the whelming cloud!
Thou, the Father's only Son,
Thou, His own Anointed One,
Thou dost ask Him-can it be?
"Why hast Thou forsaken Me?"
4 Lord, should fear and anguish roll
Darkly o'er my sinful soul,

Thou who once wast thus bereft
That Thine own might ne'er be left,
Teach me by that bitter cry,

In the gloom to know Thee nigh!
J. ELLERTON. 1870

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Christ and Him crucified.

1 Cor. 2. 2.

H, come and mourn with me awhile;
See, Jesus calls us to His side:

Oh come, together let us mourn;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified.

2 Have we no tears to shed for Him,
While soldiers scoff and Jews deride?
Ah! look how patiently He hangs ;

Jesus, our Love, is crucified.

3 Seven times He spake, seven words of love,
And all three hours Ilis silence cried,
For mercy on the souls of men!
Jesus, our Love, is crucified.

THE LORD JESUS CHRIST: HIS RESURRECTION.

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1040 He is not here, for He is risen,

as He said.-Matt. 28. 6. 1 YHRIST is risen! hallelujah!

Sing His praises! hallelujah!
Christ is risen from the dead!
Gratefully our hearts adore Him,
As His light once more appears,
Bowing down in joy before Him,
Rising up from grief and tears.
Christ is risen! hallelujah!
Risen our victorious Head!
Sing His praises! hallelujah!
Christ is risen from the dead.

2 Christ is risen! all the sadness
Of His earthly life is o'er,
Through the open gates of gladness
He returns to life once more;

Death and hell before Him bending,
He doth rise the victor now,
Angels on His steps attending,
Glory round His wounded brow;
Christ is risen! hallelujah!

Risen our victorious Head!
Sing His praises! hallelujah!
Christ is risen from the dead.
3 Christ is risen! henceforth never
Death or hell shall us enthral,
We are Christ's, in Him for ever
We have triumphed over all;
All the doubting and dejection

Of our trembling hearts have ceased, 'Tis His day of resurrection !

Let us rise and keep the feast. Christ is risen! hallelujah!

Risen our victorious Head! Sing His praises! hallelujah! Christ is risen from the dead.

J. S. B. MONSELL. 1867.

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dead.-1 Cor. 15. 20.

ALLELUJAH! Hallelujah!

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Hearts to heaven and voices raise;
Sing to God a hymn of gladness,
Sing to God a hymn of praise;
He, who on the cross a victim
For the world's salvation bled,
Jesus Christ, the King of Glory,
Now is risen from the dead.
2 [Now the iron bars are broken,

Christ from death to life is born,
Glorious life and life immortal,
On this holy Easter morn;

Christ has triumphed, and we conquer
By His mighty enterprise;
We with Him to life eternal

By His resurrection rise.]

3 Christ is risen, Christ the firstfruits
Of the holy harvest field,
Which will all its full abundance
At His second coming yield;
Then the golden ears of harvest
Will their heads before Him wave,
Ripened by His glorious sunshine
From the furrows of the grave.
4 Christ is risen, we are risen;

Shed upon us heavenly grace,
Rain, and dew, and gleams of glory,
From the brightness of Thy face;
That we, with our hearts in heaven
Here on earth may fruitful be,
And by angel-hands be gathered,
And be ever, Lord, with Thee.

5 Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Glory be to God on high;
Hallelujah to the Saviour,
Who has gained the victory;
Hallelujah to the Spirit,
Fount of love and sanctity!
Hallelujah Hallelujah!
To the Triune Majesty !

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C. WORDSWORTH, BISHOP OF LINCOLN.

1862.

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1042 He rose again the third day.—

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1 Cor. 15. 4.

day of Resurrection!
Earth, tell it out abroad;

The Passover of gladness,
The Passover of God;
From death to life eternal,
From earth unto the sky,
Our Christ has brought us over,
With hymns of victory.

2 Our hearts be pure from evil,
That we may see aright
The Lord in rays eternal
Of resurrection-light;
And, listening to His accents,
May hear so calm and plain
His own "All hail!" and, hearing,
May raise the victor strain.

3 Now let the heavens be joyful,
And earth her song begin,
Let the round world keep triumph,
And all that is therein;
Invisible and visible,

Their notes let all things blend,
For Christ the Lord is risen,
Our joy that hath no end!

JOHN OF DAMASCUS, X. CENT.
TR. BY J. M. NEALE.

P.M.

1862.

1043 o death, where is thy sting? O

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save;

grave, where is thy victory?— 1 Cor. 15. 55.

RAISE the Redeemer, almighty to [the Grave! Emmanuel has triumphed o'er Death and Sing, for the door of the dungeon is open, The captive came forth at the dawn of the day; [broken; How vain the precautions! the signet is The watchmen in terror have fled far away.

Praise the Redeemer, almighty to save; Emmanuel has triumphed o'er Death and the Grave!

2 Praise to the Conqueror; O tell of His love!

In pity to mortals He came from above. Who shall rebuild for the tyrant his prison. [hands: The sceptre lies broken that fell from his His dominion is ended; the Lord has arisen, [their bands. The helpless shall soon be released from Praise the Redeemer, almighty to save; Emmanuel has triumphed o'er Death and the Grave!

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W. GROSER. 1854.

I am the Resurrection and the

1044 Life... whosoever liveth and

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believeth in Me shall never
die. John 11. 25, 26.

CHRIST, the Lord, is risen again:
Christ hath broken every chain;
Hark, angelic voices cry,

Singing evermore on high,

Hallelujah!