Light of Life that shinedst
Ere the worlds began,
Draw Thou near and lighten
Every heart of man.

Godfrey Thring.

120.

The Earthly Life of Jesus.

The Childhood of Jesus.

1. BY cool Siloam's shady rill

How sweet the lily grows!

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

2. Lo such the child, whose early feet
The paths 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 beneath the hill
Must shortly fade away.

4. O Thou, whose infant feet were found

Within Thy Father's shrine!

C.M.

Whose years, with changeless virtue crown'd,
Were all alike divine;

121.

5. Dependent on God's bounteous breath,
We ask His grace alone,

I.

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

He grew in Wisdom and Stature.

HAPPY pair of Nazareth,

Who saw the early light

Of Him who dawned upon the world
As dawns the day on night.

2. Within their home they saw the Child
That lived the perfect love,

A love like that which rules the heart
Of the great God above.

3. His childish voice and kindly tone,
His pure and patient face,

His tender mercies, shown to all,
With never-ceasing grace;

4. The way He bore His youthful cross,
The reasons for His tears,

R. Heber.

The kind of things which gave Him joy-
Unchanged through growing years,—

5. At home and in the playground throng,
They saw these heavenly ways,
And grew increasingly to speak
With words of reverent praise.

6. That simple, lovely, wondrous life
Betrayed itself from heaven;

He was the Child that should be born,
The Son that should be given.

C.M.

7. He grew in stature and in praise,

By honest hearts adored,

Till in that home where He was born

His brothers called Him Lord.

122.

123.

I.

B. Waugh.

I.

The Baptist and Christ.

A VOICE by Jordan's shore!

A summons stern and clear ;-
Reform be just! and sin no more!
God's judgment draweth near!

2. A voice by Galilee,

A holier voice I hear ;

Love God! thy neighbour love! for see,
God's mercy draweth near!

3. O voice of Duty! still

Speak forth; I hear with awe ;
In Thee I own the sovereign will,
Obey the sovereign law.

4. Thou higher voice of Love,

Yet speak Thy word in me;

Through duty let me upward move
To Thy pure liberty!

The Temptation.

S.M.

S. Longfellow.

ESUS our Lord! who tempted wast

JE

In all points like as we,

And didst achieve in that dread fight

Undoubted victory;

C.M.

2. Teach us, when angered at our lot
Our faithless souls repine,

Man liveth not by bread alone

But every word divine;

3. When we would rush on danger's point, And dare the lifted sword,

Speak in our ears the warning voice,

"Thou shalt not tempt the Lord;

4. And when, deceived by pride or power,
Earth's idols we espouse,

Teach us that God is God alone,
And on us are His vows.

5. Thus shall we more than conquerors
With Thee pass through the strife ;
And angels come and minister

Around the heirs of life.

124.

I.

Lent.

Henry Alford.

1. WHERE'ER have trod Thy sacred feet,

Lord, teach us in Thy steps to press,
Where men in busy concourse meet,

Or in the lonely wilderness.

2. Bid us with Thee to watch and pray,
With Thee to die, with Thee to rise,
With Thee to bear our cross each day,
With Thee to soar beyond the skies.
3. Where'er Thou art may we remain ;

Where'er Thou goest may we go ;
With Thee, O Lord, no grief is pain;
Away from Thee, all joy is woe.

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L.M.

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126.

4. Oh, may we in each holy tide,
Each solemn season, dwell with Thee!
Content if only by Thy side

I.

In life or death we still may be.

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The Wilderness.

WHILE in spirit, Lord, to Thee
Into the desert would we flee;
Awhile upon the barren steep
Our fast with Thee in spirit keep :
2. Awhile from Thy temptation learn
The tempter's wileful lures to spurn,
And in our hearts to feel and own
"Man liveth not by bread alone."

3. And while at Thy command we pray
"Give us our bread from day to day,"
May we with Thee, O Christ, be fed,
Thou Word of God, Thou living Bread.

The Lord of Love.

L.M.

J. F. Thrupp.

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1. WHEN the Lord of Love was here,
Happy hearts to Him were dear,
Though His heart was sad;
Worn and lonely for our sake,
Yet He turned aside to make
All the weary glad.

2. Meek and lowly were His ways,
From His loving grew His praise,
From His giving, prayer :

All the outcasts thronged to hear,
All the sorrowful drew near

To enjoy His care.