In Bethlehem an Infant,
Born in a manger stall,
He gives Himself to save us,
Then praise Him one and all.

And whoso seeks that Infant
In loving clasp to hold,
Must first with Him bear anguish,
And sorrows manifold.

And then with JESUS dying,

Again with JEsus rise,

An heir of life eternal,

Where JESUS gives the prize.'

(An Ancient Hymn.) T. T. C.

FALMS ii. xviii. xix. xx. xliv. xlv. xlvii. xlviii. lxxii. lxxxiv. lxxxv. lxxxvii. lxxxviii. lxxxix. xciii. xcvi. xcvii. xcviii. xcix. cx. cxi. cxii. cxiii. cxv. cxviii. cxxi. cxxix. cxxx. cxxxi. cxxxii. cxxxviii.

and x.

Selections viii.

ANTHEMS.-Isa. ix. 2, 6, 7. lx. 2, 3.

S. Luke ii. 8, 9, 10, 11, 13, 14.

Ps. ii. cx.

HYMNS.-4. 16-28. 33. 40. 72. 80. 206. 223. 233. 301. 336. 346. 351. 395. 406. 422. 424. 466. 472. 485. 500. 503. 517. 521.

COLLECTS. Ist and 4th in Advent. S. John Evan. Annunc. 6th after Epiph. 6th in Lent. Sept. 12th 21st, 24th. 25th after Trinity. 1st after C. O.

'Behold a ladder set up on the earth, and the top of it reached to heaven: and behold the angels of God ascending and descending on it. Gen. xxv. 12. 'It came upon the midnight clear,

That glorious song of old,

From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold;
Peace on the earth, good-will to men,
From heaven's all-gracious King;
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.

Still through the cloven skies they come,
With peaceful wings unfurl'd;
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world:

Above its sad and lowly plains

They bend on hovering wing,
And ever o'er its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing.

O ye beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow!
Look now, for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;

O rest beside the weary road,

And hear the angels sing.

For lo, the days are hastening on,
By prophets seen of old,
When with the ever-circling years

Shall come the time foretold.

When the new heaven and earth shall own The Prince of Peace their King,

And the whole world send back the song Which now the angels sing.'

SUNDAY AFTER CHRISTMAS, ETC., OR FULFILMENT WEEK.

He came not, with His heavenly crown, His sceptre clad with power,

His coming was in feebleness, the infant of an hour; An humble manger cradled, first, the Virgin's holy

birth,

And lowing herds companioned there, the LORD of heaven and earth.

He came not in His robe of wrath, with arm outstretched to slay;

But, on the darkling paths of earth, to pour celestial

day,

To guide in peace, the wandering feet; the broken heart, to bind;

And bear, upon the painful cross, the sins of human kind.

And Thou hast borne them, SAVIOUR meek! and therefore, unto Thee,

In humbleness, and gratitude, our hearts shall offered be;