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THOU that art the Father's Word,
Thou that art the Lamb of God,
Thou that art the Virgin's Son,
Thou that savest souls undone,
Sacred Sacrifice for sin,
Fount of piety within ;

Hail, Lord Jesus.


Thou to whom Thine angels raise
Quiring songs of sweetest praise ;
Thou that art the flower and fruit,
Virgin-born from Jesse's root,
Shedding perfect peace abroad,
Perfect Man and perfect God;

Hail, Lord Jesus.

3 Thou that art the door of heaven,

Living Bread in mercy given,
Brightness of the Father's face,
Everlasting Prince of Peace,
Precious pearl beyond all price,
Brightest Star in all the skies ;

Hail, Lord Jesus.

+ King and Spouse of holy hearts,

Fount of love that ne'er departs,
Sweetest life and brightest day,
Truest truth, and surest way
That leads onward to the blest
Sabbath of eternal rest;

Hail, Lord Jesus.

H. Alford.



O Hand of bounty, largely spread,
By whom our every want is fed,
Whate'er we touch, or taste, or see,
We owe them all, O Lord ! to Thee;
The corn, the oil, the purple wine,
Are all Thy gifts, and only Thine.
The stream Thy word to nectar dyed,
The bread Thy blessing multiplied,
The stormy wind, the whelming flood,
That silent at Thy mandate stood,
How well they knew Thy voice Divine,

Whose works they were, and only Thine ! 3 Though now no more on earth we trace

Thy footsteps of celestial grace,
Obedient to Thy word and will
We seek Thy daily mercy still ;
Its blessed beams around us shine,
And Thine we are, and only Thine! Amen.

Bp. R. Heber. 48.

Psalm LXXII.
HAIL to the Lord's Anointed,

Great David's greater Son !
Hail, in the time appointed,

His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,

To set the captive free,
To take away transgression,

And rule in equity.

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He comes with succour speedy,

To those who suffer wrong ;
To help the poor and needy,

And bid the weak be strong ;
To give them songs for sighing,

Their darkness turn to light,
Whose souls, condemned and dying,

Were precious in His sight.

3 He shall come down like showers

Upon the fruitful earth,
And love, joy, hope, like flowers,

Spring in His path to birth;
Before Him, on the mountains,

Shall peace, the herald, go,
And righteousness, in fountains,

From hill to valley flow.

4 Kings shall fall down before Him,

And gold and incense bring;
All nations shall adore Him,

His praise all people sing ;
For He shall have dominion

O'er river, sea, and shore ;
Far as the eagle's pinion,

Or dove's light wing can soar.

5 O’er every foe victorious

He on His throne shall rest,
From age to age more glorious,

All-blessing and all-blest :

The tide of time shall never

His covenant remove ;
His name shall stand for ever,
That name to us is Love.

7. Montgomery.

Third Sunday after the Epiphany.



Jesus, Saviour blest,
As by passion strong possessed,
Through this world of sin we stray,

Thou to guide us art the Way. 2 Holy Jesus, when, like night,

Error dims our clouded sight,
Through the mists of sin to shine,
Thou dost rise, the Truth divine.

3 Holy Jesus, when our power

Fails us in temptation's hour,
All unequal to the strife,
Thou to aid us art the Life.

4 Who would reach his heavenly home,

Who would to the Father come,
Who His glorious presence see,
Jesu, he must come by Thee.

5 Image of the Father's face,

Giver of the Spirit's grace,
Thee we praise, Incarnate Son !
Glory to the Three in One! Amen.

Bp. R. Mant.*


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1 BEHOLD ! the Mountain of the Lord

In latter days shall rise
On mountain tops, above the hills,

And draw the wondering eyes.

To this the joyful nations round,

All tribes and tongues shall flow :
Up to the hill of God,"—they'll say,
" And to His house we'll go.”

3 The beam that shines from Zion hill,

Shall lighten every land,
The King who reigns in Salem's towers

Shall all the world command.

4 No strife shall vex Messiah's reign,

Or mar the peaceful years ;
To ploughshares men shall beat their swords,

To pruning-hooks their spears.

5 No longer hosts encountering hosts

Their millions slain deplore;
They hang the trumpet in the hall,

And study war no more.

6 Come, then, O come, from every land,

To worship at His shrine ;
And, walking in the light of God,
With holy beauties shine. Amen.

M. Bruce,

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