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CHILDREN of the Heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in His works and ways !

2 Oye banished seed, be glad !

Christ our Advocate is made;
Us to save, our flesh assumes ;
Brother to our souls becomes.

3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest !

You on Jesus' throne shall rest;
There your seat is now prepared,

There your kingdom and reward. 4 Lift your eyes, ye sons of Light !

Zion's city is in sight:
There our endless home shall be,
There our Lord we soon shall see.

5 Fear not, brethren ; joyful stand

On the borders of your land ;
Jesus Christ, your Father's Son,

Bids you undismayed go on. 6 Lord ! obediently we go,

Gladly leaving all below:
Only Thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow Thee!

7. Cennick 33

Felix dies quam proprio.
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BLESSED day, when first was poured
The Blood of our Redeeming Lord !
O blessed day, when first began
His sufferings for sinful man !

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Scarce entered on this life of woe,
His Infant Blood begins to flow;
A foretaste of His death He feels,
An earnest of His love reveals.

3 From heaven descending to fulfil

The bidding of His Father's will,
A victim even now He lies
Before the day of sacrifice.

4 For love of us His woes begin ;

The Sinless suffers for our sin ;
The Law's great Maker for our aid
Obedient to the Law is made;

5 The wound He through the Law endures

Our freedom from that Law secures ;
Henceforth a holier law prevails,
The law of love, which never fails.

6 Lord, circumcise our hearts, we pray,

And take what is not Thine away;
Thy Name, Thy likeness may they bear ;
Yea, stamp Thy holy image there.

7 O Lord, the Virgin-born, to Thee

Eternal praise and glory be ;
Whom with the Father we adore,
And Holy Ghost, for evermore. Amen.

7. Chandler. (tr.*)

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Verbum quod ante secula.
THE Word, who dwelt above the skies

With God before the world began,
Now on the Virgin's bosom lies,

A helpless new-born Child of man. 2 Already, on His sinless Head,

The streams of wrath begin to flow;
Already, on His infant bed,

The taste of grief the Lord must know. 3 The lowliest poverty He bears,

That we may be with wealth supplied ;
He weeps, and by His precious tears

A guilty world is purified.
4 A simple dress, a mean abode,

A life obscure His glory hide :
Proud man ! behold thy lowly God,

And let the sight destroy thy pride. 5 O Thou who camest from the sky

To be the Lamb for sinners slain,
Thou wilt not leave Thy saints to die,
Nor let such toil be spent in vain.

7. Chandler. (tr.) See Hymns for the New Year at page 263.

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Victis sibi cognomina.
'Tis for conquering kings to gain
Glory o’er their myriads slain :
Jesu, Thy more glorious strife
Hath restored a world to life.

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So no other name is given
Unto mortals under heaven,
Which can make the dead to rise,
And exalt them to the skies.

3 That which Christ so hardly wrought,

That which He so dearly bought,
That salvation, mortals, say,

Will you madly cast away?
4 Rather, gladly for that Name

Bear the cross, endure the shame;
Joyfully for Him to die
Is not death, but victory.

5 Dost Thou, Jesu, condescend

To be called the sinners' Friend?
Ours then it shall always be
Thus to make our boast of Thee.

6 Glory to the Father be;

Glory, Virgin-born, to Thee ;
Glory to the Holy Ghost,
Ever from the heavenly host. Amen.

7. Chandler. (tr.)

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1 JESUS! Name of wondrous love !

Name all other names above !
Unto which must every knee

Bow in deep humility.
2 Jesus ! Name decreed of old ;

To the maiden mother told,
Kneeling in her lowly cell,

By the angel Gabriel.
3 Jesus ! Name of priceless worth

To the fallen sons of earth,
For the promise that it gave-

“Jesus shall His people save.” 4 Jesus ! Name of mercy mild,

Given to the holy Child,
When the cup of human woe
First He tasted here below.

5 Jesus ! Only Name that's given

Under all the mighty he en,
Whereby man, to sin enslaved,

Bursts his fetters, and is saved.
6 Jesus ! Name of wondrous love !

Human Name of Him above !
Pleading only this we flee,
Helpless, O our God, to Thee.

W. W. How.

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