5 Vain his threats to overcome me, Keen the edge, and strong the blade. 6 Shall I envy, then, the miser, Food and med'cine, shield and sword. HYMN 160. 4 lines 7s. TOLY Bible! book divine! H Precious treasure, thou art mine! Mine, to tell me whence I came; 2 Mine, to chide me when I rove; 3 Mine, to comfort in distress, 4 Mine, to tell of joys to come, HYMN 161. 12s and 11s. TOW painfully pleasing the fond recollection When blest with parental advice and affection, Surrounded with mercies-with peace from on high, I still view the chairs of my father and mother, The seats of their offspring as ranged on each hand; And that richest of books, which excelled every other, The family Bible, which lay on the stand, The old-fashioned Bible, the dear blessed Bible, The family Bible, which lay on the stand. 2 That Bible, the volume of God's inspiration, At morning and evening, could yield us delight, And the prayer of our sire was a sweet invocation For mercy by day, and for safety thro' night; Our hymns of thanksgiving with harmony swelling, All warm from the hearts of the family band, Half raised us from earth to that rapturous dwelling, Described in the Bible that lay on the standThe old-fashioned Bible, the dear blessed Bible, The family Bible, which lay on the stand. 3 Ye scenes of tranquility, long have we parted, My hopes almost gone, and my parents no more; In sorrow and sadness, I live broken-hearted; And wander unknown on a far distant shore; Yet how can I doubt a dear Saviour's protection, G HYMN 162. C. M. OD and his law are my delight, My sure support by day and night, 2 When darkness overspreads my mind, 3 Are my afflictions sharp and long? God's word I trust; his arm is strong; 4 Glory to thee, thou God of love, Who taught my heart to soar above, 5 Had not thy word been my relief, I must have perish'd in my grief, CHRISTMAS. HA HYMN 163. 11s and 10s. TAIL, the blest morn! see the great Mediator Down from the regions of glory descend! Shepherds, go worship the babe in the manger, Lo! for his guard the blest angels attend. CHORUS. Brightest and best of the Sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid! Star in the east! the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer was laid! 2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining; Low lies his head, with the beasts of the stall! Angels adore him, in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all. 3 Say, shall we yield him in costly devotion, 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation; FRO HYMN 164. 12s and 11s. ROM the regions of love, lo! an angel descended, And told the strange news, how the babe was attended; Go, shepherds, and visit this wonderful stranger, See yonder bright star-there's your Lord in the manger. CHORUS. Hallelujah to the Lamb, who has purchased our pardon, We will praise him again when we pass over Jordan. 2 Glad tidings I bring unto you and each nation, Glad tidings of joy, now behold your salvation! Then suddenly multitudes raise their glad voices, And shout the Redeemer, while heaven rejoices. 3 Now glory to God in the highest is given, Now glory to God is re-echo'd through heaven, Around the whole earth let us tell the glad story, And sing of his love, his salvation, and glory. 4 Enraptur'd I burn, with delight and desire, Such love, so divine, sets my soul all on fire; Around the bright throne hosannahs are ringing, O when shall I join them, and ever be singing? 5 Triumphantly ride in thy chariot victorious, And conquer with love, O Jesus, all glorious, Thy banners unfurl!-let the nations surrender, And own the their Saviour, their God and de-fender. |