1. We have seen His Star in the East.

2. Jesus being Baptized. .... the Heaven was opened. 3. This beginning of Miracles did Jesus... and manifested forth His glory.

1. The wondering Sages trace from far,
Bright in the west, Messiah's Star:
A light illumes the western skies,
Seen never in the East to rise.

2. Obedient to the guiding sign,

They seek and find the Babe Divine;
By light their way to Light explore,
And, offering gifts, their God adore.

3. Long time hath passed: our sins to lave,
Behold the Lamb in Jordan's wave!
While opening Heaven its witness lends,
The Father speaks, the Dove descends.

4. Another marvel: Wondrous Guest!
The water knows His high behest;
And, at the Mighty Maker's call,
Grows wine to glad the festival.

5. Still, Virgin-born! lend Faith Thy Star!
Still show Thou Hope, Thy Heaven from far!
And still, when Love thy Power shall plead,
Reveal that Power, and help her need!

6. Hail, Jesu! hail, for ever blest,
Thus in Thy glory manifest;

With Father, Spirit, Three in One,
Thy Name be praised while ages run.

Creation.

XLII.

Wist ye not that I must be about my Father's business?

1. By cool Siloam's shady rill

How sweet the lily grows!

How sweet the breath 'neath Carmel's hill
Of Sharon's dewy rose!

2. Lo! such the child whose early feet
The path of peace have trod;

Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God.

3. By cool Siloam's shady rill,
The lily must decay;

The rose that blooms 'neath Carmel's hill
Must shortly fade away.

4. And soon, too soon, the wintry hour
Of man's maturer age

Will smite the soul with sorrow's power,
And stormy passions rage.

5. O Thou Whose infant feet were found
Within Thy Father's shrine!

Whose years, with changeless radiance crowned,
Were all alike divine-

6. Thou Giver of this mortal breath,

Now risen to Thy throne,

In childhood, manhood, age, and death,
O keep us still Thine own!

Bedford.

XLIII.

He manifested forth His glory.

1. JESU! how sweet the memories are
Around that holiest Name that cling!
But, oh! than honey sweeter far,
The joys that from Thy presence spring.

2. JESU, of penitents the stay,

Thou loving Lord of human kind!
How good if we but seek the way,

But what, oh what, if Thee we find!

3. No tongue that blessedness can tell,
Nor pen of readiest writer show:
What 'tis in JESU's love to dwell,
None other than His loved ones know.

4. When JESU on our souls doth rise,

Oh! then the very Truth doth shine: The world's false glare and glory dies Before that brightness pure of Thine.

5. Thee, JESU, let each tongue confess,
Each heart with fervent love adore!
Thy pattern, soul and life express;
So be it now, and evermore.

6. JESU, the Angels' Light and Song! Thou in the ear soft music art, And purest honey on the tongue,

And heavenly sweetness in the heart.

7. Thou Bread of Life, without alloy,
JESU Thy love the soul doth fill,
And filling, while it cannot cloy,
Adds to our longing hunger still.

8. O JESU! Son of God most dear, On Thee the weary soul relies; To Thee is poured the pious tear,

To Thee the heart's deep yearnings rise.

9. Still JESU, still with us abide,

Forth from our souls all darkness chase Sin's shadowy brood abashed shall hide Before the brightness of Thy Face.

10. JESU! of Virgin Stem the Flower,

Thou Saving Name all names above,
Our Life and Joy! to Thee be power,
To Thee the ceaseless praise of love.

Angels' Song.

XLIV.

He loveth our nation, and he hath built us a synagogue. 1. Lord Jesu! happy they whose cause Thy poor before Thy presence plead! "This is the lover of Thy laws,

The friend of Thine in fear and need :"
For to the poor Thy mercy lends

That style, "Thy nation" and "Thy friends." 2. So was the good Centurion blest,

Who sent Thine own Thine aid to crave:
Thou heard'st well pleased the meek request,
Thy mighty arm mad'st bare to save:
For thou wouldst have the world to see
What's done to Thine is done to Thee.
3. What though in poor and lowly guise
Thou here didst sojourn, Virgin-born,
Yet from Thy glory in the skies

Our earthly gold Thou dost not scorn :
For Love delights to bring her best,
And where Love is, the least is blest.

4. Love on the Saviour's dying head

Her spikenard drops unblamed may pour,
May mount his Cross, and wrap Him Dead
In spices from the golden shore;
Spread for Him Risen her frugal board,
And, tending His, so tend the Lord.

5. Be she in poor or costly trim,

Still Love will by her Lord be known;
The widow's mite was marked by Him
Who praised the good Centurion :
For this then, Christ! we lift our plea,
The gift to use Thy gifts for Thee.

Peculiar.