90 His exemplary Life. L . M.
[Tune, Missionary Chant 48.]
I My dear Redeemer, and my Lord,
I read my duty in thy word; .
But in thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.
2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
Such def'rence to thy Father's will,
Such love, and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe, and make them mine.
Cold mountains, and the midnight air,
Witness the fervor of thy prayer;
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict, and thy vict'ry too.
Be thou my pattern ; make me bear
More of thy gracious image here :
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name
Among the foll'wers of the Lamb.
W. B. BRADBURY.
Hark! the her - aid an gels sing,
Joy ful all ye na tions rise,
' Glo - ly to the new-born King !
Join the tri -umphs of the skies;
Peace on earth, and mer - cy
With th'an - gel - ic hosts pro
mild; God and sin-ners rec on - ciled
■ claim, " Christ is born in Beth le -hem!
I.I, ^! .-1
I Hark ! the herald angels sing,
" Glory to the new-born King!
Peace on earth, and mercy mild;
God and sinners reconciled! "
Joyful all ye nations rise,
Join the triumphs of the skies;
With th' angelic hosts proclaim,
" Christ is born in Bethlehem! "
2 Christ, by highest heaven adored,
Christ, the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of a virgin's womb ;
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see,
Hail th' incarnate Deity !
Pleased as man with men t' appear,
Jesus our Immanuel here.
3 Come, Desire of nations, come !
Fix in us thy humble home ;
Rise, the woman's conqu'ring seed,
Bruise in us the serpent's head;
Adam's likeness now efface,
Stamp thine image in its place :
Second Adam from above,
Reinstate us in thy love.
I O that I could look to thee,
Jesus, lifted up for me,
Me, a wounded Israelite,
Me, expiring in thy sight!
2 Guilt, the serpent's sting, I feel,
Bleeding, gasping on the ground,
Dying of the pois'nous wound,
3 But, wdth a believing eye,
If I can my Lord espy,
Hanging on the sacred pole,
I, e'en I, shall be made whole.
4 Give me now to find thee near,
Now as crucified appear :
Life is through thy wounds alone;
Mine to heal, display thy own.