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W

XLII.

HAT light is this whose silvery gleam
On Salem pours its glittering stream?
What lovely star is this which brings
To Salem's gate these eastern kings?
Behold the glorious type foretold
On Peor's mountain height of old;
Behold the heaven appointed sign
Of one now born of Jacob's line.

These sages would the presence gain
Of him who shall o'er Israel reign;
Of him who shall the Gentiles blefs
With healing floods of righteousness.

May all on whom the truth has shined,
The world's redeemer surely find;
And, offering gifts from choicest store,
In heart and mind his Name adore.

All praise to God, the Father, Son,
And Holy Spirit, Three in One,
For our blest Lord's epiphany
Be now, and everlastingly. Amen.

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XLIII.

AIL, thou source of every blessing,

HA Sovereign father of mankind;

Gentiles now, the truth possessing,
To thy courts admission find.

Sinners all may now implore thee,
In thy church obtain a place;
All believe and all adore thee,

Praise thy Name, and taste thy grace.

Hail, thou blefsed Son of Mary,

East and west their presents bring; Never doubting, never weary,

Come to worship Israel's king.

So may we, with gifts appointed,
In thy temple minister;
Offering, as priests anointed,

Gold, and frankincense, and myrrh :

Gold, for thou art king immortal,

Incense, for thou hearest prayer, Myrrh, for through the grave's dim portal Thou didst pafs, our doom to share.

May we, body, soul, and spirit,

Live devoted to thy praise;

Glorious realms of bliss inherit,

Grateful anthems ever raise.

Amen.

C

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XLIV.

HRIST, whose glory fills the skies,

Christ, the true and only light,

Sun of righteousness, arise,

Triumph o'er the shades of night: Dayspring, from on high draw near; in our hearts appear.

Day star,

Dreary is the noontide hour,
Cheerlefs summer's midday heat,
Till thou manifest thy power,
And thy beams the spirit meet;
Till thy gospel rays impart
Peace and joy to warm the heart.

On each soul with healing shine,
Pierce the clouds of sin and grief;

Fill our minds with faith divine,

Scatter wide all unbelief:

More and more thy power display;

Hasten, Lord, the perfect day. Amen.

HALL

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XLV.

AIL to the Lord's anointed,
Great David's greater Son!

Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free,
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.

He shall come down like showers
Upon the fruitful earth,
And love and joy, like flowers,
Spring in his path to birth;
Before him, on the mountains,
Shall peace, the herald, go;
And righteousness, in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.

Kings shall fall down before him,

And gold and incense bring;

All nations shall adore him,
His praise all people sing:
For he shall have dominion
O'er river, sea, and shore,
As far as eagle's pinion,

Or dove's light wing, can soar.

And daily vows ascend, His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end: The mountain dews shall nourish A seed, in weakness sown, Whose fruit shall spread, and flourish, And shake like Lebanon.

O'er every foe victorious

He on his throne shall rest; From age to age more glorious, All blessing and all blest : The tide of time shall never His covenant remove;

His Name shall stand for ever,

His great, blest name of Love.

Amen.