With every morning light; Who guards me through the night. 2 Then in his churches to appear, And pay my humble worship there, Shall be my sweet employ : With pure and holy joy. Of my exalted Lord; And meditate his word. HYMN 134. 6 1. L. M. [#] Lord's Day Morning. 1 GREAT God, this sacred day of thine Demands our souls' collected powers ; May we employ in work divine These solemn, these devoted hours ! O may our souls adoring own The grace which calls us to thy throne ! 2 Hence, ye vain cares and trifles, fly ; Where God resides appear no more : Omniscient God, thy piercing eye Can every secret thought explore : O may thy grace our hearts refine, And fix our thoughts on things divine ! 3 The word of life, dispensed to-day, Invites us to a heavenly feast; Be every heart an humble guest : NATIVITY OF JESUS. HYMN 135. C. M. [#] Angelic Message. Shepherds who watched their fold ! Arrayed in shining gold ! 2 'Twas night, and gloomy darkness hung Over the lands afar; Or watched the twinkling star. 3 Deep musing on the prophecies Of glories then to come, They of Messiah sung. To you of heavenly grace, The Saviour of your race. 5 To-day is born, in Bethlehem, The long-expected Light, And turn to day the night. 3 HYMN 136. C. M. [#] Angel's Song. your away ; The Saviour's born to-day ! Nor royal, shining things; And holds the King of kings ! The heavenly armies throng: They tune their harps to lofty sound, And thus conclude the song :4 Glory to God who reigns above ; Let peace abound on earth ; At their Redeemer's birth. 1 Not HYMN 137. H. M. [#] Christ's Birth proclaimed. What melody, we hear ! And fills the ravished ear. His The tuneful shell, The concert swe!). With harmony divine ; Fear not, say they ; Is born to-day. Ye mortals, spread the sound, For peace on earth, At Jesus' birth. HYMN 138. P. M. [#] The Nativity. Was heard the world around; But peaceful was the night, In which the Prince of light His reign of peace upon the earth began. 2 The shepherds on the lawn, Before the point of dawn, In social circle sat ; while, all around, The gentle, Aleecy brood Or cropped the flowery food, Each swain delighted hears Divinely-warbled voice, Answering the stringed noise, The Saviour Christ is born ! Glory to God in heaven ! To man sweet peace be given, HYMN 139. C. M. [ [*] Ye tribes of every tongue ; A new and nobler song. God's own anointed Son ; And grace surrounds his throne. Joy through the earth be seen ; Let cities shine in bright array, And fields in cheerful green. |