No fruit of holiness On our dead souls we found: 3 When justice bared the sword, Cried, "Let it still alone;" From God obtain'd the grace, Break up our fallow ground, To thy great praise abound; 275. The Nativity of Christ. I CHRISTIANS, awake, salute the happy morn, Which hosts of angels chanted from above: The praises of redeeming love they sang, 4 To Bethlehem straight the enlighten'd shepherds ran, To see the wonders God had wrought for man; Then to their flocks, still praising God, return, And their glad hearts within their bosoms burn; To all the joyful tidings they proclaim, The first Apostles of the Saviour's fame. 5 0! may we keep and ponder in our mind, Till man's first heavenly state again takes place. Epiphany. 1 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. 2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining, Low lies his bed 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 gold would his favour secure ; Richer by far is the heart's adoration, Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 5 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. 277. The Advent of Christ. 1 How shall I meet my Saviour? Is now required of me? Guide heart and hand aright, That this my preparation Be pleasing in thy sight. 2 Whilst with her sweetest flowers 3 I lay in fetters groaning, Thou cam'st to set me free: As worldly treasure is. 4 This caused thy incarnation, This brought Thee down to me! Thy thirst for my salvation Contrived my liberty! O love beyond all measure, Wherewith Thou dost embrace Mankind, 'midst all that pressure Which, since the fall, takes place ! 278. The Song of the Angels at Bethlehem. 2 Listen to the wondrous story, 3" Peace on earth, good-will from heaven, Learn his name, and taste his joy; 279. The Star of Bethlehem. 1 WHEN marshall'd on the nightly plain, 2 Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks, 3.Once on the raging seas I rode, The storm was loud,-the night was dark, The ocean yawn'd,—and rudely blow'd The wind that toss'd my foundering bark. 4 Deep horror then my vitals froze, Deep-struck I ceased the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose, It was the star of Bethlehem. 5 It was my guide, my light, my all, 6 Now safely moor'd-my perils o'er, The star!—the star of Bethlehem ! The Crucifixion. 1 SEE, world, upon the shameful tree Cover'd with stripes and wounds for Thee, 2 Thou Prince of glory knew'st no sin, 3 My sins, as numerous as the sands Have been the cruel murderous hands 4 Thy wondrous love to evidence, |