1 Sons of men, behold from far, Hail the long-expected Star! Star of truth, that, 'mid the night, Guides bewildered man aright. 2 Mild it shines on all beneath, Piercing through the shades of death, Scattering error's wide-spread night, Kindling darkness into light. 3 Nations all, remote and near, Haste to see your Lord appear; Haste, for him your hearts prepare, Meet him manifested there! 4 There behold the dayspring rise, Pouring light on mortal eyes; See it chase the shades away, Shining to the perfect day. 112. S. M. Needham. The Prince of Peace. 1 Behold, the Prince of Peace, The chosen of the Lord, God's well beloved Son, fulfils The sure prophetic word! 2 No royal pomp adorns This King of Righteousness; Meekness and patience, truth and love, Compose his princely dress. 3 The Spirit of the Lord, In rich abundance shed, On this great prophet gently lights, And rests upon his head. 4 Jesus, the light of men! His doctrine life imparts; O, may we feel its quickening power To warm and glad our hearts! 5 Cheered by its beams, our souls Shall run the heavenly way; The path which Christ has marked and trod Will lead to endless day. 113. L. M. Anonymous. Tempted As We Are. 1 As oft, with worn and weary feet, We tread earth's rugged pathway o'er, The thought how comforting and sweet,-- Christ trod this very path before; Our wants, our weaknesses, he knows, From life's first dawning to its close. 2 If we, beneath temptation's stress, Do fight against dark powers within, So, in Judea's wilderness, Christ wrestled with the thoughts of sin, When, in a weary, lonely hour, The tempter came with all his power. 3 So, tried as I, this earth he trod, Knew every human ill but sin, And though the holiest Son of God, As I am now so hath he been; Jesus, my Saviour! look on me; For help and strength I turn to thee! 114. 7s. M. Bulfinch. "The Works Which I Do Bear Witness of Me." 1 Holy Son of God most high! Clothed in heavenly majesty, Many a miracle and sign, In thy Father's name divine, Manifested forth thy might In the chosen people's sight. 2 But, O Saviour! not alone Thus thy glory was made known; With the mourner thou didst grieve, Every human want relieve; Far thy matchless power above Stands the witness of thy love. 3 Thou, who by the open grave, Ere thy voice was raised to save, Didst with those fond sisters shed Tears above the faithful dead; Even thy word of might appears Less resistless than thy tears.