121. A SAVIOUR MADE LIKE UNTO St. James'-Winchester Old-Solomon. 1 In all things like thy brethren thou 2 O Son of man, thyself hast proved C. M. Life's thankless toil, and scant repose; 3 O Son of God, in glory raised, Thence, by thy pleadings and thy grace, 4 Brother and Saviour, Friend and Judge, To thee, O Christ, be given To bind upon thy crown, the names 122. THE SUN OF RIGHTEOUSNESS (Is. ix. 2-8). C.M. St. Lawrence-Halifax, or Abingdon-Crediton. 1 The race that long in darkness pined The people dwell in day, who dwelt 2 To hail thy rise, thou better Sun! 3 For thou our burden hast removed, And quell'd the oppressor's sway, Quick as the slaughter'd squadrons fell In Midian's evil day. 4 To us a Child of hope is born; To us a Son is given; Him shall the tribes of earth obey, Him all the hosts of heaven. 5. His name shall be the Prince of Peace, For evermore adored, The Wonderful, the Counsellor, 6 His power increasing still shall spread, 123. THE WONDERFUL. St. Ann's-New London-Harborough. C. M. 2 When once thou visitest the heart, 3 O Jesus, light of all below, 4 May every heart confess thy name, And, seeking thee, itself inflame 5 Thee may our tongues for ever bless; And ever in our lives express 124. THE LORD OUR RIGHTEOUSNESS. L.M. St. Ambrose Ely-St. Pancras-Winchester. 1 Jesus! thy robe of righteousness My beauty is, my glorious dress; 'Midst flaming worlds, in this arrayed, With joy shall I lift up my head. 2 When from the dust of death I rise, To claim my mansion in the skies, Even then shall this be all my plea, "Jesus hath lived and died for me." 3 Bold shall I stand in that great day; For who aught to my charge shall lay? Fully, by thee, absolved I am, From sin and fear, from guilt and shame. 5 Oh, let the dead now hear thy voice, 125. THE LAMB OF GOD. 1 Jesus, the name to sinners dear, 2 O that the world might taste and see The arms of love that compass me 3 His only righteousness I show, C. M. 4 Happy, if with my latest breath 126. EMBLEMS. Angel's Hymn-St. Ambrose L.M. Warrington. 1 Go worship at Immanuel's feet, But some faint shadows of my Lord; adore The indwelling majesty and power; And still to this most holy place, Whene'er I pray, I'll turn my face. 4 Is he a star? He breaks the night, Piercing the shades with dawning light; I know his glories from afar, I know the bright, the morning star. 5 Is he a sun? His beams are grace, His course is joy and righteousness; Nations rejoice when he appears, To chase their clouds and dry their tears. |