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3 His greatness he for us abased,

For us his glory vailed;
In human likeness dwelt on earth,

His majesty concealed :
4 Nor only as a man appears,

But stoops a servant low; Submits to death, nay, bears the cross,

In all its shame and woe. 5 Hence God this generous love to men

With honours just hath crowned, And raised the name of Jesus far

Above all names renowned : 6 That at this name, with sacred awe,

Each humble knee should bow, Of hosts immortal in the skies,

And nations spread below:
7 That all the prostrate pow'rs of hell

Might tremble at his word,
And every tribe, and every tongue,

Confess that he is Lord. 68.


Huntingtower--Solomon-Messiah. 1 Jesus! thou Man of Sorrows, born

To sufferings here below, To toil through poverty and scorn, Through weakness and through woe.

2 Immanuel! who by every grief,

By each temptation tried,
Hast lived to yield our wants relief,

And, to redeem us, died.
3 If gaily clothed, and richly fed,

In careless ease we dwell;
Remind us of thy manger-bed,

And lowly cottage-cell.
4 If, press'd by penury severe,

In envious want we pine,
May conscience whisper in our ear,

A poorer lot was thine.
5 In every changeful trying scene,

From sin preserve us free;
As thou like us hast tempted been,

May we rejoice with thee. 69. FOR OUR SAKES POOR.

L. M. Soldau-St. Ambrose 2_Mainzer. 1 O'er the dark wave of Galilee

The gloom of twilight gathers fast;
And on the waters drearily

Descends the fitful evening blast.
The weary bird hath left the air,

And sunk into his sheltered nest:
The wandering beast has sought his lair,

And laid him down to welcome rest.

3 Still near the lake, with weary tread,

Lingers a form of human kind; And on his lone unsheltered head

Blows the chill night-damp of the wind. 4 Why seeks he not a home of rest?

Why seeks he not a pillowed bed ? Beasts have their dens, the bird its nest;

He hath not where to lay his head. 5 Such was the lot he freely chose,

To bless, to save the human race;
And through his poverty there flows

A rich full stream of heavenly grace. 70. STILLING THE TEMPEST.

C.M. St. NicholasKent? Loughton. 1 Fear was within the tossing bark,

When stormy winds grew loud, And waves came rolling high and dark,

And the tall mast was bowed : 2 And men stood breathless in their dread,

And baffled in their skill;
But One was there, who rose and said

To the wild sea-"Be still!" 3 And the wind ceased-it ceased !-that

word Passed through the gloomy sky; The troubled billows knew their Lord,

And fell beneath his eye.

4 And slumber settled on the deep,

And silence on the blast:
They sank, as flowers that fold to sleep

When sultry day is past.
5 0 thou that in its wildest hour

Didst rule the tempest's mood,
Send thy meek Spirit forth in power

Soft on our souls to brood.
6 Thou that didst bow the billow's pride

Thy mandate to fulfil,
O speak to passion’s raging tide,

Speak, and say, “Peace, be still.”

C. M. TVarwick-New York-Loughton. 1 Sweeter, O Lord, than rest to thee,

While seated by the well,
Was the blest work that led thee there,

and 2 One thoughtless heart, that never knew

The pulse of life before,
There learned to love, was taught to sigh

For earthly joys no more.
3 Friend of the lost, O Lord, in thee

Samaria's daughter there
Found One whom love had drawn to earth

Her weight of guilt to bear.

peace to tell.

4 Fair witness of thy saving grace

In her, O Lord, we see;
The wandering soul by love subdued,

The sinner drawn to thee. 5 Through all that sweet and blessed scene,

Dear Saviour, by the well,
More than enough the trembler finds,

His guilty fears to quell.
6 There, in the blest repose of faith,

The soul delights to see
Not only One who fully loves,

But Love itself in thee:
7 Not One alone who feels for all,

But knows the wondrous art
Of meeting all the sympathies

Of every loving heart.

C.M. Manchester-Burton-Messiah. 1 What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone

Around thy steps below;
What patient love was seen in all

Thy life and death of woe.
2 For ever on thy burdened heart,

A weight of sorrow hung;
Yet no ungentle murmuring word

Escaped thy silent tongue.

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