THANKSGIVING. [HAMBURG.]

May His presence still attend thee;
Mayst thou sit by day and night
In His shadow with delight;
His all-powerful arm defend thee,
Prize, O prize, thy lot of grace,
Live unto thy Saviour's praise.

2 Grant, we fervently implore Thee,
That, while pilgrims here below,
We may walk in truth before Thee,
Lord, and in Thy knowledge grow,
Showing forth Thy matchless praises;
Thou Who out of sin's dark night
Hast to Thine own marvelous light
Called Thy people, O Lord Jesus;
Keep and seal us ever Thine,
Leave with us Thy peace divine.
Ch. Aug. Pohlman, 1777-1843.

Dost Thou in a manger lie,
Who hast all created,
Stretching infant hands on high,
Saviour, long awaited?

If a monarch, where Thy state?
Where Thy court on Thee to wait?
Royal purple, where?
Here no regal pomp we see;
Naught but need and penury:
Why thus cradled here?

2 "Pitying love for fallen man
Brought Me down thus low;
For a race deep lost in sin,
Come I unto woe.

By this lowly birth of Mine,

GREGOR'S 218TH METRE.

Sinner, riches shall be thine,
Matchless gifts and free;
Willingly this yoke I take,
And this sacrifice I make,
Heaping joys for thee."

3 Fervent praise would I to Thee
Evermore be raising;

For Thy wondrous love to me
Thee be ever praising.
Glory, glory, be for ever,

Unto that most bounteous Giver,
And that loving Lord!
Better witness to Thy worth,
Purer praise than ours on earth,
Angels' songs afford.

John Mauburn, 1460-1500; Elizabeth
Rundle Charles, tr., b. 1828.

Tune 218.

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How blest am I, most gracious Saviour,
Reposing on Thy sacred love; [favor,
With grief o'erwhelmed, I seek Thy
And Thy reviving bounty prove:
The dismal clouds of night must vanish,
When joys divine my heart replenish,

While I recline upon Thy breast:
Ah, then I find on earth my heaven:
Such comforts to all those are given,

Who seek in Thee their peace and rest.

GREGOR'S 217TH METRE. (B.)

2 If my sin's burden would oppress me
Or fear of death and hell distress me,
Or legal thunders me affright,
In Thee I always find protection
By faith to Thee I take my flight:
From Satan's darts and sin's infection,
Thou art my Shield and Hiding-place;
Though foes assail in combination,
Who shall condemn? Lord, my Salva-
tion,

My confidence is in Thy grace.
W. C. Dessler, 1660-1722.
J. G. Hille, 1738.

What is it that makes us stand fast in one spirit,

The springs of salvation from Christ the Rock bursting,

And flowing through the wilderness, Refresh and enliven His heritage thirsting,

Abundant are the showers of grace;

As rain overstreaming the parched ground, [verdure round, With plenty now teeming, spreads The promised blessing its influence diffuses, [produces.

And fruit, to the husbandman grateful, 2 "I'll bless thee and thou shalt be set for a blessing,"

Thus saith the Lord, "to all around:" Oh, may we, in grace and in number increasing,

In faith which works by love abound: Upon Thy grace founded immovably, And rooted and grounded in love to

Thee;

Thus shall we in doctrine, in word and behavior,

To others of life unto life prove a savor. Frederick William Foster, 1760-1835.

Lord Jesus, Author of our faith? What is it cements us?-'T is only Thy

merit,

Thy wounds and all-atoning death: Redemption proclaim now in Jesus' Ye heralds of mercy, with courage good, [thunder, No heart e'er was broken by Sinai's But rocks at the message of peace cleave

blood:

Ye bottomless depths of God's infinite In Jesus Christ to us revealed: [love, Its motions how burning, how flaming they prove, [concealed: Though from man's wisdom quite Whom dost Thou love? Sinners, the vilest race; [scorned Thy grace; Whom dost Thou bless? Children, who O Being most gracious, Whom angels adore, [and poor. Thou takest delight in things worthless 2 Our thirsting can never, O merciful God,

Equal Thy love and boundless grace; On us Thou more blessings and love hast bestowed,

Than stripes deserved our trespasses;

GREGOR'S 223RD METRE.

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Who puts his trust in God most just :: Hath built his house securely; :||: He who relies on Jesus Christ,

:: Heaven shall be his most surely.:||: Then fixed on Thee my trust shall be," Whose truth can never alter; While mine Thou art, nor death's worst smart

:: Shall make my courage falter. :: 2 Though fiercest foes my course oppose :: A dauntless front I'll show them;:: My champion Thou, Lord Christ, art now,

:: With Thy good gifts and Spirit, :|: Nor death nor hell, I know full well, :: Shall hurt me, through Thy merit.:||:

3 I rest me here without a fear; :: By Thee shall all be given :||: That I can need, O Friend indeed,

:: For this life or for heaven. :||: O make me true, my heart renew, My soul and flesh deliver! Lord, hear my prayer, and in Thy care :: Keep me in peace for ever. :; Catherine Winkworth, tr., 1829-78.