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THE EXAMPLE OF CHRIST.
Benold where in a mortal forni
Appears each grace divine ; The virtues all in Jesus met,
With mildest radiance shine:
The largest love of human kin',
Inspired his Godlike breast;
His kindness was express’d.
To spread the rays of heav'niy light,
To give the mourner ; Oy
Was his divine employ.
Lowly in heart to all, his friends
A friend and servant found, He wash'd their feet and wix'd their tears,
And heal'd each bleeding wound..
Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek he stood;
He labour'd for their good.
To God he left his righteous cause,
And still his task pursu'd,
His fainting strength renew'd.
In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his father's throne,
“Thy will, not mine, be done." Be Christ our pattern and our guide,
His image may we bear;
And his bright glories share!
THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM.
When marshall d on the nightly plain,
The glittring host hestud the sky, One star alone, of all the train,
Can fix the sinner's wand'ring eye. Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
From ev'ry host, from ev'ry gem; But one alone the Saviour speaks,
It is the star of Bethlehem. Once on the raging seas I rode,
The storm was loud,- the night was dark; The ocean yawn'd, and rudely blow'd
The wind, that toss'd my found'ring bark. Deep horror then my vitals froze,
Death-struck, I ceas'd the tide to stem ; When suddenly a star arose,
It was the star of Eethlehem,
It was my guide, my life, my all,
It hade my dark forebodings cease, And through the storm and dangers' thrall
It led me to the port of peace.
Now safely moor'd- my perils o'er -
I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever, and for evermore,
The star, the star of Bethlehem.
PRAISE TO GOD.
From all that dwell below the skies,
Your lofty themes, ye mortals bring,
WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys; Transported by the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
Ob, how shall words, with equal warmtlry
The gratitude declare
But thou canst read it there.
Thy Providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redresť, When in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.
To all my weak complaints and cries,
Thy mercy lent an ear,
To form themselves in pray'r.
Unnumber'd comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd.
When in the slipp'ry paths of youth,
With hoodless steps I ran,
And led me up to man,
Through bidden dangers, toils, and death,
It gently clear'd my way; And through the pleasing spares of rice,
More to be fear'd than they.
When worn by sickness, oft has thon
With health renew'd my face ; And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.
Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
Has made my cup run o'er, And in a kind and faithful friend,
Has doubled all my store.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
Through ev'ry period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue,
The glorious theme renew.
Divide thy works no more,
Thy mercy shall adore. Through all eternity to thee A joyful song:I'll raise;