1 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,
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. [b]
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;
Still support 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. 61. L. M. [#]
Shepherd.
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!
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 Edom and offerings divine,
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