C.M. J. Hart 40

To see in the manger the Ancient of Days; And angels proclaiming the stranger forlorn, And telling the shepherds that Jesus is born.

3 For thousands of sinners the Lord bowed his head; For thousands of sinners he groaned and he bled.

My spirit rejoices – the work it is done!

My soul is redeemèd – salvation is won!

4 [Dear Jesus, my Saviour, thy truth I embrace –Thy name and thy natures, thy Spirit and grace; And trace the pure footsteps of Jesus, my Lord, And glory in him whom proud sinners abhorred.]

5 My God is returnèd to glory on high; When death makes a passage, then to him I’ll fly, To join in the song of all praise through his blood,

To the Three who are One inconceivable God. E. L. SCHLICT 1714

42 C.M. S. Stennett

Excellency of the Scriptures. Ps. 19. 10; Luke 24. 32

Let avarice, from shore to shore Her favourite god pursue; Thy word, O Lord, we value more Than India or Peru. 2 When God the Holy Ghost reveals The riches it contains, And in the conscience safely seals The grandeur of its lines;

3 Then mines of knowledge, love, and joy Are opened to our sight; The purest gold without alloy And gems divinely bright.

4 The counsels of redeeming grace Those sacred leaves unfold; And here the Saviour’s lovely face Our raptured eyes behold.

5 Here light, descending from above, Directs our doubtful feet; Here promises of heavenly love Our ardent wishes meet.

6 Our numerous griefs are here redressed, And all our wants supplied; Nought we can ask to make us blest Is in this book denied. SAMUEL STENNETT 1727

43 8.7.4. John Newton

The Word of God. Ps. 119. 50, 103; Jer. 15. 16

Precious Bible! what a treasure Does the word of God afford! All I want for life or pleasure, Food and medicine, shield and sword, Is revealèd In Jehovah’s sacred word.

2 Food, to which the world’s a stranger, Here my hungry soul enjoys; Of excess there is no danger; Though it fills, it never cloys, While the Spirit To my heart its truth applies.