6 'Tis our God, who gifts and graces While the rude world scoffs and scorns, Pierced by nails and crown'd with thorns? 8 'Tis the God who ever liveth 'Mid the shining ones on high, In the glorious golden city Reigning everlastingly. m Sunday after Christmas: Close of the Year. "THE LIVING, THE LIVING, HE SHALL PRAISE THEE, as I DO THIS DAY." 82 1 2 3 A little while and ye shall see me. A FEW more years shall roll, A few more seasons come, [D.S.M. And we shall be with those that rest Then, O my Lord, prepare A few more suns shall set O'er these dark hills of time, And we shall be where suns are not, Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that bright day; A few more storms shall beat And we shall be where tempests cease, 3 5 Then, O my Lord, prepare A few more struggles here, A few more Sabbaths here And we shall reach the endless rest, Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that sweet day; And take my sins away. 'Tis but a little while And he shall come again, Who died that we might live, who lives That we with him may reign: Then, O my Lord, prepare Thou art the same, and thy years shall [7s. 6s, 1 O GOD, the Rock of Ages, Who evermore hast been, O Lord, the same as now, 84 2 Our years are like the shadows Of things that soon are old. 1 FOR thy mercy and thy grace, Be our true and living way. Who of us death's awful road 85 4 Keep us faithful, keep us pure, We shall praise, on golden strings, Lord of lords, and King of kings.1 So teach us to number our days that we [P.M may apply our hearts unto wisdom. Ps. xc. 12. 1 DAYS and moments quickly flying 2 Jesu, merciful Redeemer, Rouse dead souls to hear thy voice; Now to make the eternal choice. Or eternity of woe. Life passeth soon: With thee to die, With thee to reign through eternity. 5 As a shadow life is fleeting; As a vapour so it flies; For the bygone years retreating 7 Soon before the Judge all glorious 8 We with all the dead shall stand; With thee to reign through eternity. The Circumcision of Christ: New Year. 86 "BY THY HOLY NATIVITY AND CIRCUMCISION, 1 2 3 They that sow in tears shall reap in joy. [S.M. THE year begins with thee; And thou beginn'st with woe, Thine infant cries, O Lord, Thy tears upon the breast Are not enough :-the legal sword Must do its stern behest. Like sacrificial wine Pour'd on a victim's head, Are those few precious drops of thine, Now first to offering led. 4 Oh, are we born to tears, Cradled in care and woe; And seems it hard our vernal years Few vernal joys can show? 5 Look here and hold thy peace: The Giver of all good Even from the womb takes no release |