And when the shepherds saw the light, At once they hastened with delight, Dear infant Saviour! can I bring No tribute to bestow? No poor but freewill offering My love and faith to show? Alas! this poor, polluted heart THIS New Year's Day. 1845. year will prove a happy one If gladdened by Thy smile, Jesus, my Saviour! that alone My heart with bliss can fill: That smile can cheer the saddest hour, And gild the darkest sky, And with its soul-refreshing power Joy, e'en midst grief, supply. The year will prove a happy one I press towards those that are before This year will prove a happy one, If, Lord, Thy strength be made my own, For Thou canst make all grace abound, Thou canst my faith increase, And with Thy mercy fence me round, This year will prove a happy one, If every moment lent, Each day, each hour, with Thee begun, For Thee alone be spent; If as the weeks revolve, my aim, My one desire may be, On earth to glorify Thy name, To live, my God, for Thee! For Good Friday. O LAMB OF GOD! on Thee I look, That agony was borne for me, Which forced great drops of blood from Thee! O Lamb of God!-on that dread night, Didst Thou for human comfort languish ! O Lamb of God! shall I complain, There at Jehovah's wrath dismayed, Lest Thou shouldst, ere the cross, expire, O Lamb of God, by that sad scene, Éaster Sunday. ALL hail, thou bright and glorious day, When He "the Life, the Truth, the Way," Taught His dejected flock to say, "The Lord is risen !" Hail, holy day, most blest, most dear, The holy Captive's bonds are riven, "The Lord is risen!" And earth does seem to feel anew "The Lord is risen!" Her opening buds fresh perfume fling; "The Lord is risen!" And shall my heart unmoved be found, "The Lord is risen?" Shall this triumphant theme inspire Each angel's voice, each seraph's lyre, And I not sing, with such a choir, "The Lord is risen ?" |