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 adoring, 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,

Odors of Edom and offerings divine? Gems of the mountain, and pearls of

48 The night is far spent, the day is at hand.

1 HARK, hark, my soul! angelic songs are swelling

O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore :

How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling

Of that new life when sin shall be no more!

2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing,

"Come, weary souls, for Jesus bide you come:"

And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing,

The music of the gospel leads us home.

3 Angels, sing on! your faithful watches keeping;

Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above;

Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping,

And life's long shadows break in cloudless love.

Frederick W. Faber.

Reginald Heber.

EUCHARIST. L.M.

I. B. WOODBURY.

1 EXTENDED on a curséd tree, Covered with dust, and sweat, and blood,

See there, the King of glory see!

Sinks and expires the Son of God. 2 Who, who, my Saviour, this hath done?

Who could thy sacred body wound? No guilt thy spotless heart hath known,

No guile hath in thy lips been found.

3 I, I alone have done the deed;

"Tis I thy sacred flesh have torn; My sins have caused thee, Lord, to bleed,

Pointed the nail, and fixed the thorn.

4 For me the burden to sustain

Too great, on thee, my Lord, was

laid:

To heal me, thou hast borne my pain; To bless me, thou a curse wast

made.

5 My Saviour, how shall I proclaim, How pay the mighty debt I owe? Let all I have, and all I am,

Ceaseless, to all, thy glory show.

Paul Gerhardt. Tr. by J. Wesley.

1 HAIL, thou once despised Jesus!
Hail, thou Galilean King!

Thou didst suffer to release us;
Thou didst free salvation bring.

Hail, thou agonizing Saviour,
Bearer of our sin and shame!

By thy merits we find favor;
Life is given through thy name.

2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
All our sins on thee were laid:
By almighty love anointed,

Thou hast full atonement made. All thy people are forgiven,

Through the virtue of thy blood Opened is the gate of heaven;

;

Peace is made 'twixt man and God.

4 Worship, honor, power, and blessing,

Thou art worthy to receive; Loudest praises, without ceasing, Meet it is for us to give. Help, ye bright angelic spirits; Bring your sweetest, noblest lays; Help to sing our Saviour's merits; Help to chant Immanuel's praise!

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John Bakewell,

Casting our crouns before Him. 1 "WE shall see Him," in our nature, Seated on his lofty throne, Loved, adored, by every creature, Owned as God, and God alone! 2 There the hosts of shining spirits Strike their harps, and loudly sing To the praise of Jesus' merits, To the glory of their King.

3 When we pass o'er death's dark river.

"We shall see him as he is," Resting in his love and favor, Owning all the glory his.

4 There to cast our crowns before him,

O what bliss the thought affords ! There forever to adore him,

King of kings, and Lord of lords!

Mary Pyper

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