I'd rather walk in the dark with GOD,
Than walk alone in the light:
I'd rather walk with Him by faith,
Than walk alone by sight.-Cho.

EPIPHANY.

BRIGHTEST AND BEST OF THE SONS OF THE MORNING.

From T. S. S. H. No. 36. IIS, IOS.

RIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning,

41 D Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid:

Star of the East, the horizon adorning,

Guide where our infant Redeemer is 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,
Odors of Edom, and offerings divine?
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine?

4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation,

Vainly with gifts would His favor secure ;
Richer by far is the heart's adoration,

Dearer to GOD are the prayers of the poor.

5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid: Star of the East, the horizon adorning,

Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. ΑΜΕΝ.

THE MORNING LIGHT IS BREAKING.
From the C. P. No. 54. 7s, 6s.

42 THE morning light is breaking,

The darkness disappears;

The sons of earth are waking
To penitential tears:

Each breeze that sweeps the ocean

Brings tidings from afar,

Of nations in commotion

Prepared for Zion's war.

2 Rich dews of grace come o'er us,
In many a gentle shower,

And brighter scenes before us

Are opening every hour:
Each cry to heaven going
Abundant answer brings,
And heavenly gales are blowing
With peace upon their wings.
3 See heathen nations bending
Before the GOD of love,

And thousand hearts ascending
In gratitude above:

While sinners, now confessing,
The gospel's call obey,

And seek a Saviour's blessing,
A nation in a day.

SAW YOU NEVER, IN THE TWILIGHT.

From G. S. & T. B. No. 16. 8s, 7s, D.

43 SAW

AW you never, in the twilight,
When the sun had left the skies,
Up in heav'n the clear stars shining,
Through the gloom, like silver eyes?
So of old the wise men watching,
Saw a little stranger star,

And they knew the King was given,
And they followed it from far.

2 Heard you never of the story,

How they crost the desert wild,
Journey'd on by plain and mountain,
Till they found the Holy Child?
How they open'd all their treasure,
Kneeling to that Infant King,
Gave the gold and fragrant incense,
Gave the myrrh in offering?

3 Know ye not that lowly Baby

Was the Bright and Morning Star,
He who came to light the Gentiles
And the darkened isles afar?

And we too may seek His cradle,
There our hearts' best treasures bring,
Love and Faith, and true devotion,
For our Saviour, GOD and King.

LENT.

GOD, MY FATHER, HEAR ME PRAY.
From T. S. S. H. No. 42. 75, 6 lines.

44 G Wash my crimson guilt away;

OD, my Father, hear me pray,

Wretched, helpless, lost, undone,
Hear me for Thy blessèd Son;
LORD, unnumbered sins are mine,
But eternal love is Thine.

2 GOD, my Saviour, look on me;
All my guilt I cast on Thee!
Give my troubled spirit peace;
Bid my fears and sorrows cease;
LORD, unnumbered sins are mine,
But eternal love is Thine,

3 GOD, my Comforter, my Light,
Strengthen me with holy might,
Make Thy dwelling in my heart!
Faith, and joy, and hope impart.
LORD, unnumbered sins are mine,
But eternal love is Thine.

4 Blessed, glorious Trinity!
Holy, everlasting Three!
Hear, O hear my earnest prayer,
And my soul for heaven prepare.
LORD, unnumbered sins are mine;
But eternal love is Thine. AMEN.

COME UNTO ME WHEN SHADOWS GATHER. From C. S., page 107. IIS, IOS.

'OME unto Me when shadows darkly gather,

45 when the sad heart is weary and distressed,

Seeking for comfort from your heavenly Father;
Come unto Me, and I will give you rest,

2 Ye who have mourned when the spring flowers were
taken,

When the ripe fruit fell richly to the ground,

When the loved slept, in brighter homes to waken,
Where their pale brows with spirit-wreaths are
crowned.

3 Large are the mansions in thy Father's dwelling,
Glad are the homes that sorrows never dim;
Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling,

Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymn.

4 There, like an Eden blossoming in gladness,

Bloom the fair flowers the earth too rudely pressed:
Come unto Me, all ye who droop in sadness,
Come unto Me, and I will give you rest.