HAMILTON 6s, 5s. 12 lines A. W. H. GELL 0:4 4 From the eastern mountains Pressing on they come, Wise men in their wisdom To His humble home; Or the Father's love begotten He is Alpha and Omega He the source, the ending He, Of the things that are, that have been, And that future years shall see, Evermore and evermore. 2 At His word the worlds were framéd; Evermore and evermore. 3 This is He whom seers in old time Evermore and evermore. 4 O ye heights of heaven, adore Him; And extol our God and King; Tr. by John Mason Neale 1851 215 SLEEP, my Saviour, sleep, On Thy bed of hay, Angels in the spangled heaven. Sing their gladsome Christmas carols Till the dawn of day. 2 Sleep, my Saviour, sleep, Ere the mourning angel cometh Wiping tears away. 3 Sleep, my Saviour, sleep, Now the shepherds kneel adoring, 4 Sleep, my Saviour, sleep, Sweet on Mary's breast; Crucified, with wounds, and bruised, Bleeding, purple, stained, disfigured, One day Thou wilt rest. crown THOU didst leave Thy throne and Thy kingly But Thy couch was the sod, O Thou Son of For Thy holy nativity. [no room But with mocking scorn, and with crown of O come to my heart, Lord Jesus, thorn, They bore Thee to Calvary: REF. 2 Heaven's arches rang when the angels 5 When heaven's arch shall ring and her sang, Proclaiming Thy royal degree; choirs shall sing But of lowly birth cam'st Thou, Lord, on Let Thy voice call me home, saying, "Yet earth, And in great humility. REF. 3 The foxes found rest, and the bird its nest In the shade of the cedar tree; ALYSTON 7s, 6. there is room There is room at My side for thee:" And my heart shall rejoice, Lord Jesus, E. BUNNETT HULME C. M. G. BIRD 4 4 1. A pilgrim through this lonely world, The bless-éd Sav-iour passed; A PILGRIM through this lonely world, A mourner all His life was He, 2 That tender heart that felt for all, It found on earth no resting place, 3 Such was our Lord; and shall we fear Or love a faithless, evil world, That wreathed His brow with thorn? 4 No, facing all its frowns or smiles, Like Him, obedient still, We homeward press, through storm or calm, To Zion's blessed hill. 219 Edward Denny 1839 O LORD, when we the path retrace To man,Thy wondrous love and grace, 2 Thy love, by man so sorely tried, 3 Faithful amidst unfaithfulness, O JESUS, when I think of Thee, In Thee, and Thee alone. 2 I see Thee in Thy weakness first; I see Thee death's strong fetters burst, 3 For me Thou didst become a man, 4 O let me share Thy holy birth, 5 Then shall I know what means the strain Triumphant of Saint Paul: "To live is Christ, to die is gain;" "Christ is my all in all." George Washington Bethune 1847 |