FROM EPIPHANY TILL SEPTUAGESIMA
THE Lord is come! On Syrian soil,
The child of poverty and toil;
The Man of Sorrows, born to know
Each varying shade of human woe:
His joy, his glory, to fulfil,
In earth and heaven, his Father’s will;
On lonely mount, by festive board,
On bitter Cross, despised, adored.
2 The Lord is come! In him we trace
The fullness of God’s truth and grace;
Throughout those words and acts divine
Gleams of the eternal splendour shine;
And from his inmost Spirit flow,
As from a height of sunlit snow,
The rivers of perennial life,
To heal and sweeten Nature's strife.
3. The Lord is come! In every heart
Where truth and mercy claim a part;
In every land where right is might,
And deeds of darkness shun the light;
In every Church where faith and love
Lift earthward thoughts to things above
In every holy, happy home,
We bless thee, Lord, that thou hast come.
The following are also suitable:
364 All hail the power of Jesu's name.
380 Come, ye faithful, raise the anthem.
381 Crown him with many crowns.
384 Eternal Ruler of the ceaseless round.
395 God of mercy, God of grace.
419 Jean, the very thought of thee.
420 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun.
423 Judge eternal, throned in splendour.
459 O Love, how deep, how broad, how high.
481 Songs of praise the angels sang.
514 Who is this so weak and helpless.
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