On His shoulders He shall bear Wonderful in counsel He: Come and worship at His feet, CHRISTMAS. While war on earth suspended His mad career of woes, deadlier strife to close. Vain battles worms were waging 'Gainst their Creato GOD; He came, and wrath assuaging, Made peace with His own blood. The storm that flamed and lowered Was calm at His command ; Like Aaron's, in His hand. CHRISTMAS. ANGELS, from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth ; Come and worship, Shepherds, in the field abiding, Watching o'er your flock by night, Come and worship, Brighter ions beam afar ; Come and worship, Waiting long with hope and fear, Come and worship, Sinners wrung with true repentance, Doomed for guilt to endless pains, Come and worship, WHITSUNDAY. LORD GOD, the Holy Ghost ! In this accepted hour, We meet, with one accord, In this Thy holy place, The Spirit of all grace. Like mighty rushing wind Upon the waves beneath, One soul, one feeling breathe :- With wisdom from above ; To pray, and praise, and love. Spirit of Light ! explore, And chase our gloom away, Unto the perfect day : In life and death our guide ;- May we be sanctified ! CHILDREN PRAISING GOD FOR HIS CARE OVER THEM. The children's angels always view Their heavenly Father's face ; In providence and grace. But not to angels' care alone Poor children are consigned ; The LORD to us is kind. Yes; every comfort here below, And every hope above, Then let us act as in His sight; And, on our humble way, As children of the day. Of life's unfolding powers, This--only this-is ours. We seize it, LORD, before 't is past; We yield ourselves to Thee; And our eternity. THE PRAISES AND PRAYERS OF CHILDREN. WHILE saints and angels, glorious King, For all the good Thy grace imparts, CHILDREN PRAISING GOD FOR INSTRUCTION. O LORD our God! Thy light and truth To us Thy children send, And serve Thee to the end. By nature sinful, weak, and blind, The paths of death we trod, Were enemies to GOD. Guardians and teachers now, through grace, Our heedless steps restrain; Which none shall seek in vain. Hence to the hills we lift our eyes, From which salvation springs; With healing in Thy wings ! Arise, and o'er this vale of tears, Shine into perfect day : Pointing the Christian's way. The home we seek is heaven above : Yet while our course we run, Find heaven on earth begun, |