Incarnate Word! by every grief,
By each temptation tried,
Who lived to yield our ills relief,
And to redeem us died!

If gaily clothed and proudly fed,
In dangerous wealth we dwell,
Remind us of Thy manger bed,
And lowly cottage cell.
If press'd by poverty severe,
În envious want we pine,
O may the Spirit whisper near,
How poor a lot was Thine!

Through fickle fortune's various scene
From sin preserve us free;
Like us Thou hast a mourner been,
May we rejoice with Thee!

22.

O COME, all ye faithful,
Joyfully triumphant ;

O come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem ;
Come and behold Him,
Born the King of Angels:
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,

P.M.

O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.
God of God,
Light of Light,

Lo! He abhors not the Virgin's womb ;
Very God,

Begotten, not created;

O come, let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.

Sing, choirs of Angels,
Sing in exultation,

Sing, all ye powers of heaven above;
Glory to God
In the highest,

O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.

Yea, Lord, we greet Thee,
Born this happy morning,
JESU, to Thee be glory given;
Word of the Father,
Now in flesh appearing:
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.

Amen:

CIRCUMCISION AND NEW YEAR.

23.

THE Word, with God the Father One,

L.M.

Before the heavens and earth were made,

Is now the Virgin's new-born Son,

Upon her lowly bosom laid.

Already on His sinless Head

The streams of wrath begin to flow;

Already on His infant bed

The taste of grief He deigns to know.

The lowliest poverty He bears

That we may be with wealth supplied; He weeps: O precious grief and tears! Through Him the world is purified.

JESU, who camest from on high

To be the Lamb for sinners slain, Leave not Thy ransom'd flock to die, Nor let Thy toil be spent in vain.

Amen.

24.

EIGHT days amid this world of woe
The holy Babe hath been;

P.M.

Long named in heaven, He now must go
To take that Name on Him below,
JESUS, who saves from sin.

His mother kept the Angel's word
Deep in her bosom's store;
But others there, by love unstirr'd,
Unconscious of its meaning, heard
The Name the Infant bore.

The traitor sought Him by that Name,
When all the murderous crew

With swords and staves against Him came:
And on the Cross, the tree of shame,

That Name was fix'd in view.

Yet in His hour of glory now
That precious Name is given,
Above all names to deck His brow,
And at the Name of JESUS bow

The powers and thrones of heaven.

Worthy art Thou o'er us to reign,
JESUS, for evermore:

Thou who for us didst not disdain

That sinners should the Name profane
Which seraphim adore.

Now, gracious Lord, Thine arm reveal,
And make Thy glory known;
Now let us all Thy presence feel,

And soften hearts of stone.

Help us to venture near Thy throne,
And plead a Saviour's Name;
For all that we can call our own
Is vanity and shame.

From all the guilt of former sin
May mercy set us free;
And let the year we now begin,
Begin and end with Thee.

Send down Thy Spirit from above,
That saints may love Thee more,
And sinners now may learn to love,
Who never loved before.

26.

Amen.

FOR Thy mercy and Thy grace,
Constant through another year,
Hear our song of thankfulness;
JESU, our Redeemer, hear.

78.

In our weakness and distress,
Rock of strength, be Thou our stay;
In the pathless wilderness

Be our true and living way.

Whosoe'er death's awful road
In the coming year shall tread,
With Thy rod and staff, O God,
Comfort Thou his dying bed.

Make us faithful, make us pure,
Keep us evermore Thine own,
Help Thy servants to endure,
Fit us for the promised crown.

So within Thy palace gate

We shall praise, on golden strings, Thee the only Potentate,

Lord of lords, and King of kings.

27.

WHILE, with ceaseless course, the sun
Hasted through the former year,

Many souls their race have run,

Never more to meet us here.

Fix'd in an eternal state,

They have done with all below;

We a little longer wait,

But how little none can know.

Swiftly thus our fleeting days

Bear us down life's rapid stream! Lord, to heaven our wishes raise; All on earth is but a dream.

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