I'd rather walk in the dark with GOD, 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, Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all. 3 Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gifts would His favor secure ; 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. 42 THE morning light is breaking, The darkness disappears; The sons of earth are waking 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, And brighter scenes before us Are opening every hour: And thousand hearts ascending While sinners, now confessing, And seek a Saviour's blessing, SAW YOU NEVER, IN THE TWILIGHT. From G. S. & T. B. No. 16. 8s, 7s, D. 43 SAW AW you never, in the twilight, And they knew the King was given, 2 Heard you never of the story, How they crost the desert wild, 3 Know ye not that lowly Baby Was the Bright and Morning Star, And we too may seek His cradle, LENT. GOD, MY FATHER, HEAR ME PRAY. 44 G Wash my crimson guilt away; OD, my Father, hear me pray, Wretched, helpless, lost, undone, 2 GOD, my Saviour, look on me; 3 GOD, my Comforter, my Light, 4 Blessed, glorious Trinity! 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; 2 Ye who have mourned when the spring flowers were When the ripe fruit fell richly to the ground, When the loved slept, in brighter homes to waken, 3 Large are the mansions in thy Father's dwelling, 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: |