Though many a secret tear He shed, Yet still He uncomplaining stands, Like the dumb lamb to slaughter led : As the mute sheep in shearer's hands. He wept no misdeeds of his own; For others' faults He bore the rod, For our delinquencies He bled: Third Sunday after Epiphany. HYMN XXII. GOD, in the gospel of his Son, The prisoner here may break his chains; Here faith reveals to mortal eyes A brighter world beyond the skies; Here shines the light which guides our way Oh, grant us grace, Almighty Lord, PSALM LXXII.-C. M. THE glory of Messiah's name In Him the nations of the world The kings of Tarshish and the isles To Him shall ev'ry king on earth Fourth Sunday after Epiphany. HYMN XXIII. Lo, the storms of life are breaking,Faithless fears our hearts are shaking; For our succour undertaking, Lord and Saviour, help us! Lo, the world, from Thee rebelling, On thine own command relying, Lord and Saviour, help us! By thy birth, thy cross, and passion, Lord and Saviour, help us! PSALM LVII.-Ver. 7, 8, 9, 10, 11. O God, my heart is fix'd, 'tis bent, Awake, my glory, harp and lute, Thy praises, Lord, I will resound Be Thou, O God, exalted high; Fifth Sunday after Epiphany. PSALM CXXXIX.—Ver. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. THOU, Lord, by strictest search hast known My secret thoughts are known to Thee, Thine eye my bed and paths surveys, My public haunts and private ways; Thou know'st what 'tis my lips would vent, My yet unutter'd words' intent. Surrounded by thy pow'r I stand, To think of once deserting Thee, PSALM XCIII.-Ver. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. WITH glory clad, with strength array'd, The Lord, that o'er all nature reigns, The world's foundations strongly laid, And the vast fabric still sustains. How surely stablish'd is thy throne, The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice, Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure; And they that in thy house would dwell, That happy station to secure, Must still in holiness excel. |