O meek and holy Lamb! to Thee
Let men and angels bow the knee :
Our race to sanctify and save,
Thou dost descend to Jordan's wave.

Lo! in her pure and gladsome hour
Cana beheld, O Christ! Thy power!
The water changed to wine doth show
That Thou art God with us below.

Again, O Jesu! let Thy might
Appear in all the heathen's sight :
In Thee alone be all our boast,
O Father! Son! and Holy Ghost!

72.

TUNE 49.-" Herr Jesu Christ mein Lebens." BEHOLD, the world's redeeming light Bursts on th' enraptured sages' sight! Children of faith they rise-they find The hope and Saviour of mankind.

They bless the meek and lowly child,
Th' incarnate Lord, the Monarch mild;
And at His feet their treasures pour,
And with their hearts their King adore.
O heavenly Lord! O heavenly Light!
Star of expiring Nature's night!

What wonders in Thy love we trace!
What power divine! what glorious grace!

Hail, Star of Bethlehem! Morning Star! Arise again and shine afar,

Till every tribe-till every land

Raise unto Thee the suppliant hand.

73.

TUNE 230.-" Jauchzet dem Herren." HAIL, holy Light! our Morning Star! Light of the heathen realms afar, Our feet to glory guiding!

Our light through all our earthly way, Still o'er our path abiding.

Corrupt and vain, our darken'd mind Avails no more the way to find

Of peace and heavenly blessing ;-
Blest only when we seek Thy light,
Our ignorance confessing.

When in the night of our distress
The waves of woe our souls oppress,
Nor light in heaven appeareth,
Revive, O Lord, our weeping eyes:
Thy light death's darkness cheereth.

Hail, holy Light! our Morning Star!
Conduct us to that land afar

Where all in light adore Thee: Conduct us to Thy home on high, To worship there before Thee.

تا

LENT.-REPENTANCE.

74.

TUNE 14.- "Aus tiefer Not; " or, TUNE 50. OUT of the deep I cry to Thee :

O Lord God, hear my crying: Incline Thy gracious ear to me, With prayer to Thee applying. For if Thou fix Thy searching eye On all sin and iniquity,

Who, Lord, can stand before Thee?

But love and grace with Thee prevail,
O God! our sins forgiving!
The holiest deeds can nought avail
Of all before Thee living.
Before Thee none can boast him clear;
Therefore must each Thy judgment fear,
And live on Thy compassion.

For this my hope in God shall rest,
Nought building on my merit :
My heart confides, of Him possest:
His goodness stays my spirit.
His precious blood assureth me
My solace, my sure rock is He;
Hereon my soul abideth.

And though I wait the livelong night,
And till the morn returneth,
My heart undoubting trusts His might,
Nor in impatience mourneth.

Born of His Spirit Israel

In the right way thus fareth well,
And on his God reposeth.

What though our sins are manifold,
Supreme His mercy reigneth :
No limit can His hand withhold,
Where evil most obtaineth.
He the good Shepherd is alone,
Who Israel will redeem and own,
Forgiving all transgression.

75.

TUNE 142.-" An dir.”

O LORD, rebuke me not in Thy displeasure, Nor in Thine anger chasten me :

For all our sorrows pity Thou dost treasure; My grief, O Lord, I bring to Thee.

Let not despairing thoughts, my God, oppress

me;

Are not Thy mercies ever sure?

My guilt I mourn: Lord, with Thy mercy

bless me :

Doth not Thy power to save endure ?

The name of Jesus still for sinners pleadeth :
O Jesu! plead Thy name for me:
Yea, Lord, Thy precious blood still intercedeth;
Thy precious blood my peace shall be.

76.

TUNE 153.-" Christe du Beistand."

O GRACIOUS Jesu! hear our humble crying; Haste to our help, in all Thy grace replying To us who laden with our sins implore Thee, Falling before Thee.

O Thou whose mercy to our prayer descendeth,
And to the contrite consolation sendeth;
Thy comfort give: accept our supplication,
Lord, our salvation !

Now, Lord, we pray Thee grant to us remission;
Relieve the sorrows of unfeign'd contrition :
Oh come, Thy grace and truth to us revealing,
Our spirits healing.

Our need Thou knowest: Lord, descend, supplying

Their wants, who live on Thy sure word relying:

O Jesu! spare us to our hearts be given

Thy peace from heaven.

77.

TUNE 1.-" Ach Gott und Herr."

O LORD and God, my sins how great!
How doth their burden grieve me!
Ah who on earth shall from their weight
Deliver? who relieve me?

No earthly hand may me relieve,
Beneath my burden falling:
And shall I then for ever grieve,
In vain for pity calling?

For me, O Lord! Thy blood was shed;

Thy cross my peace procurèd :

For me in death was bow'd Thine head ;—
That death for me endured.

Then in Thy name my hope shall be,
Who all to Thee invitest:

Beneath my load I come to Thee ;
Thou, Lord, to save delightest.