For Him shall prayer unceasing, O'er every foe victorious, He on His throne shall rest, His covenant remove; The New-Year. DR COTTON. LORD of my life, inspire my song! To Thee my noblest powers belong; Grant me Thy favourite seraph's flame, My birth, my fortune, friends, and health, Ten thousand favours claim my song, The Old and New Year. 257 But, oh! with infinite surprise, I see returning years arise; When unimproved the former score, Lord, wilt Thou trust me still with more! Thousands this period hoped to see; The tribute of my heart receive, 'Tis the poor all I have to give; Should it prove faithless, Lord, I'd wrest The Old and New Year. ARTHUR TOZER RUSSELL. ANOTHER year hath fled; renew, Lord, with our days Thy love! Our days are evil here and few; We look to live above: We will not grieve, though day by day Our joy abides in Thee; Our joy abides in Thee! Yet, when our sins we call to mind, But Thou art pitiful and kind, And wilt our prayer receive: R O Jesu, evermore the same, Our hope we rest upon Thy Name; Our hope abides in Thee; For all the future, Lord, prepare Our life abides in Thee! Now New-Year's Day. REV. JOHN NEWTON. [OW, gracious Lord, Thine arm reveal, Now let us all Thy presence feel, Help us to venture near Thy throne, And plead a Saviour's Name; For all that we can call our own Is vanity and shame. From all the guilt of former sin May mercy set us free: Begin and end with Thee. Epiphany Hymn. Send down Thy Spirit from above, And when before Thee we appear May growing numbers worship here, 259 Epiphany Hymn. WILLIAM C. DIX. AS with gladness men of old Did the guiding star behold; As with joy they hail'd its light, Leading onward, beaming bright; So, most gracious Lord, may we Evermore be led to Thee! As with joyful steps they sped As they offer'd gifts most rare The Son of God, th' Eternal King, And freed the soul from danger; He whom the whole world could not take, The Father's wisdom will'd it so, And as that wisdom had decreed, What comfort by Him do we win, To see this babe all innocence, WHI Christmas Hymn. NAHUM TATE. HILE shepherds watch'd their flocks by night, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. "Fear not," said he; for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind; "Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind. |