THE END OF THE OLD YEAR. A circle infinite art thou, Eternity! eternity! How long art thou, eternity! Eternity! eternity! How long art thou, eternity! Eternity! eternity! How long art thou eternity! Who marks thee well would say to God, Here, judge, burn, smite me with Thy rod Here, let me all Thy justice bear, When time of grace is past, then spare! Ponder, O man, eternity! Also Hymn 141. THE CIRCUMCISION OF CHRIST. 18 THE CIRCUMCISION OF CHRIST. New Year's Day. L. M. Blest day! when o'er a world of woe How soon the Infant Child of man From heaven descending to fulfil, Beneath the knife, behold the Child, Lord, circumcise our hearts, we pray, The Father's name we loudly raise; 19 20 THE CIRCUMCISION OF CHRIST. S. M. The year begins with Thee, Like sacrificial wine, Poured on a victim's head, Are those few precious drops of Thine, Lord, circumcise our heart, Thine image, stamp, and seal. To God the Father praise, Also Hymns 106, 107. 11, 10. 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! Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining, Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Vainly we offer each ample oblation; Vainly with gifts would his favour secure : Richer by far is the heart's adoration, Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 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! 21 EPIPHANY. Sons of men, behold from far, 7s. Fear not hence that there should flow Wars or pestilence below, Wars it bids, and tumults cease, Mild it shines on all beneath, Nations all, far off and near, THE WEEK BEFORE SEPTUAGESIMA. Haste, for Him your hearts prepare, There behold the day-spring rise, Sing ye morning stars again, Glory to the heavenly King, And Blest Spirit, Three in One. Also Hymns 50, 138, 139. THE WEEK BEFORE SEPTUAGESIMA. 22 Hallelujah, song of sweetness, Hallelujah is the glory 8, 7. Of the choirs in heavenly day, Hallelujah, joyful mother Of the blest, Jerusalem! Hallelujah is the anthem That full well befitteth them, |