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HYMN 154. L. M. [#]

I Lo, what a precious Corner-Stone

The Jewish builders did refuse !
But God hath built his church thereon,

And blessed the Gentiles with the Jews. 2 Great God, the work is all divine,

The joy and wonder of our eyes !
This is the day that proves it thine, -

The day that saw our Saviour rise.
3 Sinners, rejoice, and, saints, be glad ;

Hosanna, let his name be blest;
A thousand honours on his head,

With peace, and light and glory rest ! 4 In God's own name he comes to bring

Salvation to our sinful race;
Let all on earth address their King,

With hearts of joy and songs of praise.

HYMN 155. S. M. [#]

Stone laid in Zion.
1 BEHOLD the Corner-Stone,

Which God in Zion lays,
To build our heavenly hopes upon,

And his eternal praise.
2 The work, O Lord, is thine,

And wondrous in our eyes ;
This day declares it all divine;

This day did Jesus rise,

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3 How glorious is the day

By our Redeemer made!
Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray ;

Let all the world be glad. 4 Hosanna to the King,

Of David's royal blood :
Bless him, our souls; he comes to bring

Salvation from our God.

HYMN 156. H. M. [#]

Saviour and Prophet.
1 Join all the glorious names

Of wisdom, love, and power,
That mortals ever knew,

Or angels ever bore:
All are too mean to speak his worth,
Too mean to set the Saviour forth.
2 Lo, what endearing words,

What condescending ways,
Doth our Redeemer use

To teach his heavenly grace !
My soul, with joy and wonder see
What forms of love Christ bears for thee.
3 Great Prophet of our God,

Our souls would bless thy name :
By thee the joyful news

Of our salvation came ;
The joyful news of sin forgiven,
Of death subdued, and peace with heaven.

HYMN 157. 7's. M. [6]

Christ our Refuge.
1 Jesus, Lover of my soul,

Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the billows near me roll,

While the tempest still is nigh : 2 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,

Till the storm of life is passed, Safely to the haven guide ;

O receive my soul at last.
3 Other refuge have I none;

Hangs my helpless soul on thee :
Leave, O leave me not alone;

and comfort me.
4 All my trust on thee is stayed,

All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of thy wing.

HYMN 158. 6 1. L. M. [#]

1 The Lord my pasture shall prepare,

And feed me with a shepherd's care ;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks he shall attend,

And all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,

Or on the thirsty mountains pant,

To fertile vales, and dewy meads,
My weary, wandering steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,

Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3 Though in a bare and rugged way,

Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crowned,

And streams shall murmur all around. 4 Though in the paths of death I tread,

With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still :
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through its dreary shade.

HYMN 159. 81. L. M. [#]

The Morning Star.
1 BENIGHTED on the trackless main,

While stormy terrors clothe the sky,
The trembling voyager strives in vain,

And nought but dark despair is nigh,
When, lo ! a gleam of peerless light,

With radiant splendour, shines afar, And, through the clouds of darkest night,

Appears the bright and morning Star ! 2 With joy he greets the cheering ray,

That beams on ocean's weary breast ; Precursor of a smiling day,

It lulls his fears to peaceful rest.

No more in peril doth he roam,

For night and danger now are far : With steady helm he enters home,

His guide the bright and morning Star ! 3 Thus, when affliction's billows roll,

And waves of sorrow and of sin Beset the fearful, weeping soul,

And all is dark and drear within,"Tis Jesus, whispering strains of peace,

Drives every doubt and fear afar ; He bids the raging tempests cease,

And smiles the bright and morning Star!

HYMN 160. P. M. [#]

Star in the East. 1 Hail, thou blest morn, when the great Mediator

Down from the regions of glory descends ! Shepherds, go worship the babe in the manger;

Lo, for his guard the bright angels attend. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,

Shine on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ; Star in the east, the horizon adorning,

Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 2 Cold in his cradle the dew-drops are shining,

Low lies his bed with the beasts of the stall ;
Angels adore him in slumbers reclining,

Leader and Monarch and Saviour of all.
Brightest and best, &c.
3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion,
Odours of Édom and offerings divine,

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