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,
Yet we esteem'd Him stricken down
By the avenging hand of God.

For our delinquencies He bled:
A cursed death for sin He died:
To make our peace He bow'd his head;
To heal us, He was crucified.

Third Sunday after Epiphany.

HYMN XXII.

GOD, in the gospel of his Son,
Makes his eternal counsels known;
Where love in all its glory shines,
And truth is drawn in fairest lines.

The prisoner here may break his chains;
The weary rest from all his pains ;
The captive feel his bondage cease;
The mourner find the way of peace.

Here faith reveals to mortal eyes

A brighter world beyond the skies;

Here shines the light which guides our way
From earth to realms of endless day.

Oh, grant us grace, Almighty Lord,
To mark and learn thy holy word;
Its truths with meekness to receive,
And by its holy precepts live.

PSALM LXXII.-C. M.

THE glory of Messiah's name
Through endless years shall run :
His spotless fame shall shine as bright
And lasting as the sun.

In Him the nations of the world
Shall be completely blest,
And his unbounded happiness
By ev'ry tongue confest.

The kings of Tarshish and the isles
Shall costly presents bring:
From spicy Sheba gifts shall come,
And wealthy Seba's king.

To Him shall ev'ry king on earth
His humble homage pay,
And diff'ring nations gladly join
To own his righteous sway.

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,
Round thy Church in pride is swelling:
With thy word their madness quelling,
Lord and Saviour, help us!

On thine own command relying,
We our onward task are plying;
Unto Thee for safety sighing,

Lord and Saviour, help us!

By thy birth, thy cross, and passion,
By thy tears of deep compassion,
By thy mighty intercession,

Lord and Saviour, help us!

PSALM LVII.-Ver. 7, 8, 9, 10, 11.

O God, my heart is fix'd, 'tis bent,
Its thankful tribute to present;
And with my heart my voice I'll raise
To Thee, my God, in songs of praise.

Awake, my glory, harp and lute,
No longer let your strings be mute;
And I, my tuneful part to take,
Will with the early dawn awake.

Thy praises, Lord, I will resound
To all the list'ning nations round;
Thy mercy highest heav'n transcends,
Thy truth beyond the clouds extends.

Be Thou, O God, exalted high;
And, as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth display'd,
Till Thou art here, as there, obey'd.

Fifth Sunday after Epiphany.

PSALM CXXXIX.—Ver. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

THOU, Lord, by strictest search hast known
My rising up and lying down;

My secret thoughts are known to Thee,
Known long before conceiv'd by me.

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,
On ev'ry side I find thy hand;
O skill, for human reach too high!
Too dazzling bright for mortal eye!
O could I so perfidious be,

To think of once deserting Thee,
Where, Lord, could I thy influence shun?
Or whither from thy presence run?

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,
Which shall no change or period see!
For Thou, O Lord, and Thou alone,
Art God from all eternity.

The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice,
And toss the troubled waves on high;
But God above can still their noise,
And make the angry sea comply.

Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure;

And they that in thy house would dwell,

That happy station to secure,

Must still in holiness excel.