4 Now we may bow before his feet, 5 The peaceful gates of heav'nly bliss High let us raise our notes of praise, 6 To Thee ten thousand thanks we bring, Great Advocate on high; And glory to th' eternal King, END OF THE HYMNS. To God the Father, God the Son, II. L. M. PRAISE God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heav'nly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! III. C. M. HONOUR to Thee, Almighty Three, IV. C. M. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Be glory; as it was, is now, GIVE to the Father praise, VI. 7s. PRAISE the name of God most High, By Angels in heav'n And saints upon earth, As it hath been, now is, VIII. The old 148th. To God the Father's throne Perpetual honours raise; Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the east, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining, Low lies his bed with the beasts of the stall; Angels adore Him in slumber reclining,-Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all. 3 Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, Odours of Edom, and off'rings divine, Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine? 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gold would his favour secure; Richer by far is the heart's adoration, Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor, 5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the east, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. Third Sunday after Epiphany. HYMN II. 8-7. 1 LORD! whose grace, in pow'r excelling, Wash'd the leper's stains away; Jesus, from thy holy dwelling, Hear us, help us when we pray !— 2 From the filth of vice and folly, 3 From the lusts, whose deep pollution From the tempter's dark intrusion, |