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MESSENGER BEFORE BEHOLD I SEND MY THY- FACE

Third Sunday in Advent.

A feeble race, by passion driven,

In darkness and in doubt we roam, And lift our anxious eyes to Heaven, Our hope, our harbour, and our home! Yet,' mid the wild and wintry gale,

When Death rides darkly o'er the sea, And strength and earthly daring fail, Our prayers, Redeemer! rest on Thee! Come, Jesus! come! and, as of yore

The prophet went to clear Thy way, A harbinger Thy feet before,

A dawning to Thy brighter day:

So now may grace with heavenly shower Our stony hearts for truth prepare; Sow in our souls the seed of power, Then come and reap Thy harvest there!

WHICH

SHALL PREPARE THY WAY BEFORE THEE.