CHRISTMAS HYMN.

Ye faithful, approach, joyfully triumphing!
O come ye! O come ye, to Bethlehem ;
Come and behold Him, born the king of angels.

CHORUS.

O come, let us adore Him!

O come, let us adore Him!

O come, let us adore Him!

Christ the Lord.

God of God, Light of Light,

Lo! He abhors not the virgin womb;
Very God, begotten not created.
Chorus.-O come, &c.

Sing, choirs of angels! sing in exultation!
Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above,
Glory to God, in the highest.

Chorus.-O come, &c.

Yea Lord! we greet Thee, born this happy morning;

Jesu, to Thee be glory given,

Word of the Father, late in flesh appearing.
Chorus.-O come, &c.

HYMN FOR THE EPIPHANY.

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, Low lies His bed with the beasts of the stall; Angels adore Him, in slumber reclining

Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all.

Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion,
Odours of Edom, and off'rings divine,
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine.

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.

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.

HYMN FOR THE EPIPHANY.

Hallelujah! best and sweetest
Of the hymns of praise above;
Hallelujah thou repeatest,

Angel host, these notes of love:
This ye utter,

While your golden harps ye move.

Hallelujah! church victorious,
Join the concert of the sky;
Hallelujah! bright and glorious,
Lift, ye saints, this strain on high:
We poor exiles,

Join not yet your melody.

Hallelujah! strains of gladness,
Suit not souls with anguish torn;
Hallelujah! sounds of sadness,
Best become our state forlorn :
Our offences

We with bitter tears must moan.

But our earnest supplication,
Holy God, we raise to thee;
Visit us with Thy salvation,
Make us all Thy joys to see:
Hallelujah ;

Ours at length this strain shall be.

HYMN FOR LENT.

The solemn season calls us now,
A holy fast to keep,

And see within the temple, how
Both priest and people weep.

But come not thou with tears alone,
Or outward form of pray'r;
But let it in thy heart be known
That penitence is there.

Thy breast to beat, thy clothes to rend,
God asketh not of thee;

Thy stubborn soul He bids thee bend
In true humility.

O let us, then, with heartfelt grief,
Draw near unto our God,
And pray to Him, to grant relief,
And stay the uplifted rod.

O Righteous Judge, if Thou wilt deign
To grant us all we need,

We pray for time to turn again,

And grace to turn indeed.

Blest Three in One, with grief sincere,
To Thee we humbly pray,

That fruits of mercy may appear,
To bless this fasting day.

HYMN FOR TRINITY SUNDAY.

Father of all! whose wondrous grace

Mov'd Thee to save our guilty race;

Before Thy throne we sinners bend,
To us Thy pard'ning love extend.

Almighty Son! Incarnate Word! Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord, Before thy throne we sinners bend; To us Thy saving grace extend.