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Blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed!
E saw Thee not when Thou didst come
mp WE To this poor world of sin and death,
Nor e'er beheld Thy cottage home
In that despised Nazareth;
Its streets and plains, Thou Son of God.
Amid that wild and savage crew,
* Forgive, they know not what they do';
Yet we believe the deed was done
Which shook the earth, and veiled the sun.
Where late Thy sacred body lay,
Nor met Thee in the open way;
O Lord, open Thou my lips; and my mouth shall shew forth Thy praise.'
WEETER sounds than music knows SWEhere in dmthanuel's name;
2 When He came, the angels sung,
Glory be to God on high !' All her hopes my spirit owes
Lord, unloose my stammering tongue: To His birth and cross and shame.
Who should louder sing than I?
That He might the law fulfil,
Bleed and suffer in my room,
And canst thou, my tongue, be still ?
Though they worthless are, and weak;
Sure the very stones would speak.
Shepherd, Brother, Husband, Friend-
-8 I will love Thee without end.
Thy sun shall no more go down . . for the Lord shall be thine everlasting light.'
IGHT of the world ! for ever, ever shining,
There is no change in Thee;
Thou canst not fade nor flee.
To-day shines as the past;
Brightness from first to last.
Day fills up all its blue,
And love for ever new.
8 Be our unchanging Day.
A - men.