26 1 Mild He lays His glory by, die ; Born that man no more may C. M. WHILE shepherds watched their flocks by All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, 2 "Fear not," said he,-for mighty dread 3 "To you in David's town, this day, "A Saviour, who is Christ the Lord, "And this shall be the sign: 4 "The heavenly Babe you there shall find, "To-human view displayed, "All meanly wrapt in swathing-bands, 5 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith 6" All glory be to God on high, [night, "Good-will, henceforth, from heaven to men 27 28 1 H let us swell our tuneful notes, 2 Good-will to sinful man is shewn, 3 Justice and grace, in sweet accord, Let heaven and earth in concert join, 4 Glory to God in highest strains, 0 SAVIOUR, whom this holy morn To mortal want and labour born, 2 Incarnate Word! by every grief, 3 If gaily clothed, and proudly fed, C. M. C. M. 4 If, pressed by poverty severe, may Thy Spirit whisper near, 5 From all the viewless snares of sin Like us Thou hast a mourner been, 29 1 SONS EPIPHANY. ONS of men, behold from far, 2 Nations all, remote and near, 4 Sing, ye morning stars, again! 7s. 30 1 31 1 BRIGHT RIGHT was the guiding star that led, The Gentiles to the lowly shed, Where the Redeemer lay. 2 But, lo! a brighter, clearer light It shines through sin and sorrow's night, 3 O haste, and follow where it guides, 4 O gladly tread the narrow path, C. M. P. M. BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon 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, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all! 3 Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, Odours of Edom, and offerings divine? Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine? 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gifts would His favour secure ; of the poor. 32 LENT. LORD, turn not Thy face away Lamenting sore their sinful life, 2 Thy mercy gates are open wide But let us enter in! 3 We need not to confess our faults, C. M. |