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What though in Bethlehem's quiet vale
We will not look with scorn
Upon his birth-place and his guise so lowly,
To yonder simple shepherds came
Favoured of heaven, they heard with joy,
And now thay haste away
To see this wondrous sight-the world's Creator
And join we, too, with heavenward soul,
'Tis ours with one accord to sing
Their glad, triumphal song—
"Glory to God!-the barrier hath been riven; Peace and good-will on earth to men are given!"
REV. J. S. BROAD,
SOR Thou wert born of woman!
O Holiest ! to this world of sin and gloom,
Not in thy dread omnipotent array;
And not by thunders strewed
Was thy tempestuous road;
Nor indignation burnt before thee on thy way;
But thee, a soft and naked child,
Thy mother undefiled,
In the rude manger laid to rest
From off her virgin breast.
The heavens were not commanded to prepare
A gorgeous canopy of golden air;
Nor stooped their lamps th' enthronéd fire on high:
A single silent star
Came wandering from afar,
Gliding uncheck'd and calm along the liquid sky;
The Eastern Sages leading on,
As at a kingly throne,
To lay their gold and odours sweet
Before thy infant feet.
The Earth and Ocean were not hushed to hear
Nor at thy presence brake the voice of song
From all the cherub choirs
And seraphs' burning lyres,
Poured through the host of heaven the charmed clouds along.
One angel troop the strain began,
Of all the race of man,
By simple shepherds heard alone,
That soft Hosanna's tone.
And when thou didst depart, no car of flame
Nor visible angels mourned with drooping plumes:
From fatal Calvary,
With all thine own redeemed out-bursting from their tombs.
For thou didst bear away from earth
But one of human birth,
The dying felon by thy side, to be
In Paradise with thee.
Nor o'er thy cross did clouds of vengeance break;
A little while the conscious earth did shake
At that foul deed by her fierce children done;
A few dim hours of day
The world in darkness lay;
Then bask'd in bright repose beneath the cloudless sun;
While thou didst sleep within the tomb,
Consenting to thy doom,
Ere yet the white-robed angel shone
And when thou didst arise, thou didst not stand
Plaguing the guilty city's murderous crew;
Thy mother's coming feet,
And bear the words of peace unto the faithful few;
Then calmly, slowly didst thou rise
Into thy native skies,
Thy human form dissolved on high
In its own radiancy.
OUR BLESSED SAVIOUR.
AIL to the Lord's Anointed,
Great David's greater Son!
His reign on earth begun!
He comes with succour speedy
And bid the weak be strong;
By such He shall be feared,
For He shall judge the poor, Through changing generations, With justice, mercy, truth, While stars maintain their stations, Or moons renew their youth.
He shall come down like showers
Arabia's desert ranger
To Him shall bow the knee;
The Ethiopian stranger
His glory come to see.
With offerings of devotion
Ships from the isles shall meet,
To pour the wealth of ocean
In tribute at His feet.
Kings shall fall down before Him,
All nations shall adore Him,
Or dove's light wing can soar.
For Him shall prayers unceasing,
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end:
And shake like Lebanon.
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.
OUR BLESSED SAVIOUR.
HE mourner, speechless and amazed,
If young he were, 'twas only seen From lines that told what once had been ;-As if the withering hand of Time
Had smote him ere he reached his prime.
His soul had never stooped to earth;