HYMN 138.

L. M. H. K. WHITE.

Star of Bethlehem. Matt. ii. 1, 2.

NCE on the raging seas I rode,

dark,

was

The ocean yawn'd, and rudely blow'd The wind that toss'd my found'ring bark. 2 Deep horror then my vitals froze, Death-struck, I ceas'd the tide to stem: When suddenly a Star arose,

It was the Star of Bethlehem.

3 It was my guide, my light, my all,
It bade my dark foreboding cease;
And thro' the storm and danger's thrall,
It led me to the port of peace.

4 Now safely moor'd-my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem;
For ever and forevermore,

The Star-the Star of Bethlehem.

HYMN 139.

L. M.

CENNICK.

John xiv. 6.

Way to Canaan.

1 ESUS, my all, to heav'n is gone,

JES

He whom I fix my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way till him I view.

2 The way the holy prophets went,
The road that leads from banishment,

The King's highway of holiness I'll go, for all his paths are peace. 3 This is the way I long have sought, And mourn'd because I found it not; My grief, my burden long has been, Because I could not cease from sin. 4 The more I strove against its pow'r, I sinn'd and stumbled but the more, "Till late I heard my Saviour say, Come hither, soul, "I am the way." 5 Lo! glad I come, and thou,blest Lamb, Shalt take me to thee as I am; Nothing but sin I thee can give, Nothing but love shall I receive.

6 Then will I tell to sinners round,
What a dear Saviour I have found;
I'll point to thy redeeming blood,
And say, "Behold the way to God."

1

HYMN 140. 8s.

NEWTON.

Matt. xxii. 42. John xx. 28.

1"WH

THAT think ye of Christ?" is the test,

To try both your state and your scheme;
You cannot be right in the rest,
Unless you think rightly of him;
As Jesus appears in your view,
As he is beloved or not;

So God is disposed to you,
And mercy or wrath is your lot.

2 Some call him a Saviour in word, But mix their own works with the plan; And hope he his help will afford,

When they have done all that they can:
If doings prove rather too light—
A little they own they may fail-
They purpose to make up full weight,
By casting his name in the scale.

3 Some take him a creature to be-
A man, or an angel at most;
Sure these have no feelings like me,
Nor know themselves wretched and lost;
So guilty-so helpless am I,

I could not confide in his word,
Unless I could make the reply,

That Christ is "My Lord and my God."

DOCTRINES OF THE GOSPEL.

IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER.

HYMN 141.

L. M.

1

STENNETT.

Adoption. John i. 12. 1 John iii. 1. NOT all the nobles of the earth,

Who boast the honors of their birth, Such real dignity can claim,

As those who bear the Christian name.

2 To them the privilege is giv'n

To be the sons and heirs of heav'n; Sons of the God who reigns on high, And heirs of joys beyond the sky. 3 His will be makes them early know, And teaches their young feet to go; Whispers instruction to their minds, And on their hearts his precepts binds. 4 When, through temptation, they rebel, His chast'ning rod he makes them feel; Then, with a Father's tender heart, He sooths the pain, and heals the smart. 5 Their daily wants his hands supply, Their steps he guards with watchful eye, Leads them from earth to heav'n above, And crowns them with eternal love.

HYMN 142. L. M. STENnett.

Atonement. John xiv. 6.

HOW

OW shall the sons of men appear, Great God, before thine awful bar? How may the guilty hope to find Acceptance with th' eternal mind?

2 Not vows, nor groans, nor broken cries,
Not the most costly sacrifice,
Nor infant blood, profusely spilt,
Will expiate a sinners guilt.

3 The blood of Jesus Christ alone,
Hath sov'reign virtue to atone ;

Here we will rest our only plea,

When we approach, Great God, to thee.

HYMN 143. C. M.

CowPER.

Communion with God. Gen. v. 24.

H! for a closer walk with God,
A falma and heav'nly frame;
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!
2 Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul refreshing view
Of Jesus, and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd
How sweet their mem❜ry still!
But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;

I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame :

So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.