Lo! the heathen rage in vain, And in troubled pride they say: Yea, of bliss; but not to Thee Glorious works of love and power. Great Redeemer, Thou hast died; Thou hast wrought the work sublime And the words have echoed wide To the farthest bounds of time'It is finished ! '—finished long Is thy great Redemption-plan; And we bless Thee in our song, Lord of angels, Son of Man! WONDERFUL thy name we call ; COUNSELLOR, to Thee we bow; MIGHTY GOD, the Lord of all, FATHER EVERLASTING--Thou: PRINCE OF PEACE,-thy steadfast throne. Strong in judgment stands for aye: Every land thy right shall own, All thy sceptre shall obey. Unto us a Child is born: Unto us a Son is given : Lo! a King on throne divine: Hark! a blast to wake the dead. Saw ye not a gleaming light? 'Twas the Bright and Morning Star : Heard ye sounds athwart the night? 'Twas the Judge-his nearing car. Yea, and far the night is spent ; Soon shall break the' eternal day: Light is with the darkness blent, And the shadows flee away. E Saviour! by thy Spirit's beam On our spirits' darkness shine; Waken us from worldly dream ; Make us glad with joy divine : Glad and strong through shame and scorn Singing on our way to heaven :— Unto us a Child is born; Unto us a Son is given ! HYMNS FROM THE FRENCH. HYMNS. (From the French of Alexandre Vinet.) I. 'Sous ton voile d'ignominie.' BENEATH thy veil of shame and scorn, Not when in heaven's own glory blest, Never, in beauty's own abode, O ye, who fill your endless days With ceaseless acts of prayer and praise, His passion crowned, as on this day, Yea, He is Love; true God confest : |