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TITLES OF CHRIST.
Wonderful.
‘For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given; and the government
shall be upon His shoulder: and His Name shall be called
Wonderful, Counsellor, The Mighty God, The Everlasting Father, The
Prince of Peace.’—
Isa. ix. 6.
Wonderful! Wonderful!
Ring out the Name, O Christmas chimes!
Wonderful! Wonderful!
Echo the word to farthest climes!
May the splendour of this great Name
Shine and glow with a mighty flame,
Filling thy life with its glorious rays,
Filling thy spirit with Christmas praise.
Counsellor.
Mist and cloud and darkness
Veil the wintry hour,
But the sun dispels them
With his rising power.
Veil the wintry hour,
But the sun dispels them
With his rising power.
Mist and cloud and darkness
Often dim thy day,
But a Christmas glory
Shines upon thy way.
Often dim thy day,
But a Christmas glory
Shines upon thy way.
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May the Lord of Christmas,
Counsellor and Friend,
Light thy desert pathway
Even to the end.
Counsellor and Friend,
Light thy desert pathway
Even to the end.
The Everlasting Father.
O Name of gentlest grace,O Name of strength and might,
Meeting the heart-need of our orphaned race
With tenderest delight!
Our Everlasting Father! This is He
Who came in deep humility
A little child to be!
The Mighty God.
The Christmas bells proclaim
His glorious name,
‘The Mighty God!’
God manifest indeed,
His glorious name,
‘The Mighty God!’
God manifest indeed,
And yet the Woman's Seed,
To whom we sing
All glory, praise, and laud!
Divinest Lord and King.
To whom we sing
All glory, praise, and laud!
Divinest Lord and King.
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The Prince of Peace.
O Name of beauty and of calm!O Name of rest and balm,
Of exquisite delight,
And yet of sovereignty and might!
Let it make music in thy heart to-day,
And bid thee go rejoicing on thy way;
For Jesus is thy Peace, thy Prince of Peace,
Whose reign within thy heart shall evermore increase.
Man of Rest.
‘Behold, a son shall be born to thee, who shall be a man of rest.’
—1 Chron. xxii. 9.
Hall, Christmas morn!
For unto us the Son is born,
The Man of Rest!
The weary quest
Is over now, for He who cometh, calleth,
‘Come unto Me, and I will give you rest!’
The still voice falleth
On hearts that, listening, are blessed.
And daily shall the blessing flow,
And daily shall the gladness grow,
For we which have believed do enter into rest.
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