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OUR CHILDREN'S SACRED SONGS. |
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" I died for you, my children, And will ye treat me so ?"
O Lord, with shame and sorrow We open now the door!
Dear Saviour, enter, enter, And leave us nevermore! |
The holy balm of peace and love On earth to shed.
He came, in tongues of living flame,
To teach, confine, subdue ; All-powerful as the wind he came,
As viewless too.
He came sweet influence to impart,
A gracious, willing guest, While he can find one humble heart
Wherein to rest.
And his that gentle voice we hear,
Soft as the breath of even, That checks each fault, that calms each fear,
And speaks of heaven. |
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THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. Henby Kieke White.
When, marshaled on the nightly plain,
The glittering host bestud the sky, One star alone, of all the train,
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
From every host and every gem; But one alone, the Saviour, speaks�
It is the Star of Bethlehem!
Once on the raging seas I rode :
The storm was loud, the night was dark ; The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed
The wind that tossed my foundering bark. Deep horror then my vitals froze;
Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose�
It was the Star of Bethlehem!
It was my guide, my light, my all;
It bid my dark forebodings cease ; And through the storm and danger's thrall,
It led me to the port of peace. Now, safely moored, my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem, Forever and for evermore,
The Star, the Star of Bethlehem! |
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BRIGHTEST AND BEST OF THE SONS OF THE MORNING.
Bishop Hebee.
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!
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!
Say, shall we yield him, in ctfstly 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 ?
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.
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' |
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OUR BLEST REDEEMER, ERE HE BREATHED.
Haueiet Actbee.
Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed
His tender, last farewell, A Guide, a Comforter bequeathed,
With us to dwell.
He came in semblance of a dove, With sheltering wings outspread, |
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