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[THEODORE PARKER.]

303 I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life.

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THOU, great Friend to all the sons of men,

Who once didst come in humbler guise below, Sin to rebuke, to break the captive's chain,

And call Thy brethren forth from want and woe ;

2 We look to Thee; Thy truth is still the Light Which guides the nations, groping on their

way,

Stumbling and falling in disastrous night,
Yet hoping ever for the perfect day.

3 Yes! Thou art still the Life; Thou art the Way The holiest know; Light, Life, and Way of heaven!

And They who dearest hope, and deepest pray, Toil by the Light, Life, Way, which Thou hast given.

THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD.

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304 Christ shall give thee light.—Eph. v. 14.

Glorious Dayspring, Christ the Lord;
Shine upon us with Thy rays,

While we celebrate Thy praise.

2 When Thou madest heaven and earth,
Angels shouted at their birth;
Morning stars in chorus sang
When the world from darkness sprang.

3 When in sin and death we lay,
Thou didst wake us into day;
Thou in human nature born,
Art to us a glorious morn.

4 When Thou didst arise from death,
We were quickened by Thy breath;
We arose with Thee, our Head,
First begotten from the dead.

5 Look on all with pitying eye
Who in heathen darkness lie;
Scatter, Lord, their shades of night,
Dawn upon them with Thy light.

6 Send to us the Holy Ghost,
Give the light of Pentecost;
That we may for ever bless
Thee, the Sun of Rightousness.

7 Keep us safe from harm and sin,
Foes around us and within;
May we know Thee ever nigh,
Ever walk as in Thine eye!

8 Lead us onward, Lord, we pray,
To the pure and perfect day,
Where we may the glory see
Of the blessed Trinity.

9 Glory to the Father be,

Glory, Light of Light, to Thee;
With the Father and the Son,

Praise the Spirit, Three in One. Amen.

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The true light.-John i. 9.

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IGHT of those, whose dreary dwelling
Borders on the shades of death,
Come, and all Thy love revealing,
Dissipate the clouds beneath.
The new heaven and earth's Creator,
On our deepest darkness rise;
Scattering all the night of nature,
Pouring day upon our eyes.
2 Still we wait for Thine appearing;
Life and joy Thy beams impart,
Chasing all our doubts, and cheering
Every poor benighted heart.
Come and manifest the favour
God hath to our ransomed race;
Come Thou universal Saviour,
Manifest Thy wondrous grace.

3 Save us in Thy great compassion,

O Thou Prince of Peace and Love;
Give the knowledge of salvation;
Raise our hearts to things above;
By Thine all-sufficient merit,
Every burdened soul release;
By the teaching of Thy Spirit
Guide us into perfect peace.

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306 Unto you that fear My name shall the Sun of

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Righteousness arise.-Malachi iv. 2.

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HRIST, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only Light,

Sun of Righteousness, arise,

Triumph o'er the shades of night;
Day-spring from on high, be near;
Day-star, in my heart appear.

2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
Unaccompanied by Thee;
Joyless is the day's return

Till Thy mercy's beams I see ;
Till they inward light impart,

Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.
3 Visit, then, this soul of mine;

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Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, Radiancy Divine !
Scatter all my unbelief;

More and more Thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.

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LATIN HYMN, tr. by EDWARD CASWALL. As long as I am in the World I am the Light of the World.-John ix. 5.

IGHT of the soul, O Saviour blest!
Soon as Thy presence fills the breast,
Darkness and guilt are put to flight,
And all is sweetness and delight.

2 Son of the Father! Lord most high!
How glad is He who feels Thee nigh!
How sweet in heaven Thy beam doth glow,
Denied to eye of flesh below!

3 O Light of Light celestial!

O Charity ineffable.!

Come in Thy hidden majesty !

Fill us with love, fill us with Thee!

HIS ATONEMENT.

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308 He was wounded for our transgressions.

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HY works, not mine, O Christ,
Speak gladness to this heart;

They tell me all is done;

They bid my fear depart.
To whom, save Thee,
Who can alone

For sin atone,
Lord, shall I flee?

2 Thy tears, not mine, O Christ,
Have wept my guilt away;
And turned this night of mine
Into a blessed day.

To whom, save Thee,

Who can alone

For sins atone,

Lord, shall I flee?

3 Thy blood, not mine, O Christ,
Thy blood so freely spilt,
Can blanch my blackest stains,
And purge away my guilt.

To whom, save Thee,
Who can alone

For sins atone,

Lord, shall I flee?