WITH glorious clouds encompassed round, Whom angels dimly see, Will the Unsearchable be found, Or God appear to me? Will He forsake His throne above Himself to me impart? Answer, Thou Man of grief and

TELL me the old, old story Of unseen things above, Of Jesus and His glory, Of Jesus and His love. Tell me the story simply, As to a little child; For I am weak, and weary, And helpless, and defiled. Tell

Thy power,and truth,and love divine, The same from age to age endure; A word, a gracious word of Thine, The most inveterate plague can cure. HO! all ye heavy laden, come, Here's pardon, comfort, rest,

HO! all ye heavy laden, come, Here's pardon, comfort, rest, and home; Ye wanderers from a Father's face, Return, accept His proffered grace; Ye tempted, ones, there's refuge nigh Jesus of Nazareth passeth

One with Thyself, may every eye In us, Thy brethren, see The gentleness and grace that Spring From union. Lord, with Thee. They rise and needs will have My dear Lord made away; A murderer they save; The

GOD from on high hath heard; Let sighs and sorrows cease; The skies unfold, and lol Descends the gift of peace. Hark I on the midnight air Celestial voices swell; The hosts of heaven proclaim God comes

The healing of His seamless dress Is by our beds of pain; We touch Him In life's throng and press, And we are whole again. For warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is He; And faith has still its

Then were they constrained in a stable to lie, Where horses and asses they used for to tie : Their lodging so simple they took it no scorn, But against the next morning our Saviour was born. Comfort it

Happy all who hear the message Of His coming from, above; Happier still who hall His coming, And with praises greet His love. Blessed Saviour, Christ most holy, In a manger Thou didst rest; Canst Thou

All men shall dwell in His marvellous light, Races long severed His love shall unite, Justice and truth from His sceptre shall spring, Wrong shall be ended when Jesus is King. All shall be well In His

Thy mighty name salvation is, And keeps my happy soul above; Comfort it brings, and power, and peace, And joy, and everlasting love : To me, with Thy dear name, are given Pardon, and holiness, and heaven.

Jesus, to God the Father gone, Is seated on the heavenly throne: My heart hath also passed from me, That where He is there it may be. We follow Jesus now, and raise The voice of prayer, the hymn of praise

For warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is He; And faith has still its Olivet, And love its Galilee. The healing of His seamless dress Is by our beds of pain; We touch Him In life's throng and

Thy mighty name salvation is, And keeps my happy soul above; Comfort it brings, and power, and peace, And joy, and everlasting love : To me, with Thy dear name, are given Pardon, and holiness, and heaven.

His powerful blood did once atone, And now It pleads before the throne.' O Thou almighty Lord, My Conqueror and my King, Thy sceptre and Thy sword, Thy reign of grace, I sing; Thine is the power : behold

Crown Him, ye martyrs of our God, Who from His altar call; Extol Him In whose path ye trod, And crown Him Lord of all. Ye seed of Israel's chosen race, Ye ransomed from the fall, Hall Him who saves you

Thy grace alone, O God, To me can pardon speak; Thy power alone, O Son of God, Can this sore bondage break. I bless the Christ of God, I rest on love divine, And with unfaltering lip and heart, I call

THE King of love my Shepherd is, Whose goodness falleth never; I nothing lack If I am His And He Is mine for ever. Where streams of living water flow My ransomed soul He leadeth, And where the verdant