87 ALL SAINTS. L. M.
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I. To us a child of roy al birth, Heir of the prom is - es, is giv'n!
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Th'In-vis i ble ap pears on earth, The Son of man, the God of heav'n.
' Cnto us a Son is give
I To us a child of royal birth,
Heir of the promises, is given!
Th' Invisible appears on earth,
The Sun of man, the God of heaven.
2 A Saviour born, in love supreme
He comes, our fallen souls to raise:
He comes, his people to redeem,
With all his plenitude of grace.
3 The Christ, by raptured seers foretold,
Filled with th' eternal Spirit's power,
Prophet, and Priest, and King, behold,
And Lord of all the worlds adore.
4 The Lord of hosts, the God mo-t high,
Who quits his throne on earth to live,
With joy we welcome from the sky,
With faith into our hearts receive.
88 " Cnto us a Child is Born." S. M.
[Tune, (ip.'i.-nwu'nl, page 20. S. M.J
I Father, our hearts we lift
Up to thy gracious throne.
And thank thee for the precious gift
Of thine incarnate Sun!
2 The gift unspeakable
We thankfully receive,
And to the world thy goodness tell,
And to thy glory live.
3 Jesus, the holy child,
Doth, by his birth, declare
That God and man are reconciled,
And one in him we are.
4 A peace on earth he brings,
Which never more shall end :
The Lord of hosts, the King of kings,
Declares himself our friend.
5 His kingdom from above
He doth to us impart.
And pane benevolence and love
O'erflow the faithful heart.
89 Gal. vi. 14. L. M.
1 When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.
3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?
( >r thorns compos.- so rich a crown?
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amaxing, so Divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.