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The Lord will come! but not the same
As once in lowly form he came—
A silent Lamb to slaughter led,

The bruised, the suffering, and the dead.

The Lord will come! a dreadful form,
With wreath of flame, and robe of storm,
On cherub wings and wings of wind,
Anointed judge of human kind.

Can this be He who wont to stray
A pilgrim on the world's highway,
By power oppressed, and mocked by pride,
The Nazarene, the Crucified ?

Go, sinners, to the rocks complain;
Go, seek the mountain's cleft in vain ;
But Faith, victorious o'er the tomb,
Shall sing for joy-" The Lord is come."
Also Hymns 115, 116, 117, 17

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TOWARDS THE END OF ADVENT.

C. M.

Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes! The Saviour promised long;

Let

every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.

He comes the prisoners to release
In Satan's bondage held;

The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

He comes, from thickest films of vice,
To clear the mental ray,
And on the eyeballs of the blind
To pour celestial day.

He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,
And with the treasures of his grace
To enrich the humble poor.

Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;

And heaven's eternal arches ring
With Thy beloved name.

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L. M.

On Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry
Announces that the Lord is nigh:
Awake and hearken, for he brings
Glad tidings from the King of kings.
E'en now the air, the sea, the land
Feel that their Maker is at hand;
The very elements rejoice,

And welcome Him with cheerful voice.

Then cleansed be every Christian breast,
And furnished for so great a guest :
Yea, let us each our hearts prepare
That Christ may deign to enter there.
To him, who comes the world to free,
To God the Son, all glory be,

To God the Father, as is meet,
To God the blessed Paraclete. Amen.
Also Hymns 138, 139.

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CHRISTMAS EVE.

L. M.

From heaven above to earth I come
To bear good news to every home;
Glad tidings of great joy I bring,
Whereof I now will say and sing:

To
you this night is born a child
Of Mary, chosen mother mild;
This little child, of lowly birth,
Shall be the joy of all your earth.

'Tis Christ our God, who far on high
Hath heard your sad and bitter cry;
Himself will your salvation be,
Himself from sin will make you free.

He brings those blessings, long ago
Prepared by God for all below;
Henceforth, His kingdom open stands
To you, as to the angel bands.

These are the tokens ye shall mark,
The swaddling clothes and manger dark;
There shall find the young child laid,
By whom the heavens and earth were made.

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PART II.

Now let us all with gladsome cheer
Follow the shepherds, and draw near,

To see this wondrous gift of God

Who hath His only Son bestowed.

Give heed, my heart, lift up thine eyes!
Who is it in yon manger lies?

Who is this child so young and fair?
The blessed Christ-child lieth there.

Welcome to earth Thou noble guest,
Through whom e'en wicked men are blest!
Thou comest to share our miserv,
What can we render, Lord, to Thee!

Ah, Lord, who hast created all,

How hast thou made Thee weak and small,
That Thou must choose Thy infant bed
Where ass and ox but lately fed!

Were earth a thousand times as fair
Beset with gold and jewels rare,
She yet were far too poor to be,
A narrow cradle, Lord, for Thee.
Ah dearest Jesus, Holy child,
Make Thee a bed, soft, undefiled,
Within my heart, that it may be
A quiet chamber kept for Thee.
My heart for very joy doth leap,
My lips no more can silence keep;
I too must sing with joyful tongue
That sweetest ancient cradle-song-
Glory to God in highest heaven,
Who unto man His Son hath given!
While angels sing with pious mirth
A glad New Year to all the earth.

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CHRISTMAS.

C. M.

While shepherds watched their flocks by night,

All seated on the ground,

The angel of the Lord came down,

And glory shone around!

Fear not, said he, (for mighty dread
Had seized their troubled mind,)
Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you and all mankind.

To

you,

in David's town, this day,

Is born of David's line

The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord;
And this shall be the sign:

The heavenly Babe you there shall find
To human view displayed,

All meanly wrapt in swathing bands,
And in a manger laid.

Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith
Appeared a shining throng
Of angels, praising God, and thus
Addressed their joyful song:

All glory be to God on high,

And to the earth be peace;

Good-will henceforth from Heaven to men
Begin, and never cease.

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Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory to the new-born King,

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