150 WE VE THREE kings of Orient are, Field and fountain, moor and mountain, Oh, star of wonder, star of might, 2 Born a Babe on Bethlehem's plain, Oh, star of wonder, etc. 3 Frankincense to offer have I; 4 Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume Oh, star of wonder, etc. 5 Glorious now behold Him rise, Ano n. 151 WHAT star is this, with beams so bright, 2 See now fulfilled what God decreed, 3 Oh, while the Star of heavenly grace Invites us, Lord, to seek Thy face, May we no more that grace repel, Or quench the light which shines so well. Turle's Psalms and Hymns. 152 BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the mor ning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid; Star of the East, the horrizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 2 Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining; Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall: Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, 3 Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, Odors of Edom, and offerings divine? Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine? 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation; Vainly with gifts would His favor secure: Richer by far is the heart's adoration; Dearer to God are the pray'rs of the poor. 5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. R. Heber. AH Lent 154 H, HOLY Jesus, how hast Thou offended, By foes derided, by Thine own rejected, 2 Who was the guilty, who brought this upon Thee? Alas, my treason, Jesus, hath undone Thee! 'Twas I, Lord Jesus, I it was denied Thee: I crucified Thee. 3 Lo, the good Shepherd for the sheep is of fered; The slave hath sinnéd, and the Son hath suf fered; For man's atonement, while he nothing heedeth, God intercedeth. 4 For me, kind Jesus, was Thy incarnation, Thy mortal sorrow, and Thy life's oblation; Thy death of anguish, and Thy bitter passion, For my salvation. 5 Therefore, kind Jesus, since I cannot pay Thee, I do adore Thee, and will ever pray Thee: Think on Thy pity and Thy love unswerving, Not my deserving. J. Heermann. R. Bridges, Tr. 2 O sinful man, It was the ban Of death on thee that brought Him 3 Behold thy Lord, The Lamb of God, Blood-sprinkled lies before thee, 4 O Ground of faith, Laid low in death! Sweet lips now silent sleeping! 5 Yea, blest is he Whose heart shall be Fixed here and apprehendeth |