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11-FULANGA8 CHRiOSD-THE SUFFERINGS OF CHRIST.
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^•\'.Sc Ifulang - as mo Isiilniiuiglieir
The sufferings of my Sav • iour
A I lihith's mo dhan a I luaidh,
I eel • ebrate and sing.
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Tlie birth and meek be-
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haviour,
■N alljliriitiri
And dyiiii;
I abliasroldiruaidh.
i£ the King.
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e'n I t-jongantas bu | inhioi"b]iuilii.li,Cliai(llil
3h, wonder most in - scru • ta ■ hie That
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innse rianih do'n I t-sluagh, An I Dia hha ann
1 tongue can name, Tli' E-ter - nal and
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I shiorruidheadid Bhi | taa 'n a Chiochrati| truagh ! |
-mu - ta-ble A suckling Child became!
'Nuair ghabht' am broinn na h ùishe e;
Le còmhnarih Spioraid Dè,
A chnin an Nadur Daonna sin,
A dlieanarah aon ris f<5in ;
Ghabh e sgail mu Dhiadhaidheachd
'S de'n Bhriathak rinneadh feoil,
Is dh' fhoillsich an rtin diomhair sin,
Am pearsa Cliriosd le glòir.
Rugadh 'an stabuU diblidb e.
Mar dhiUeachdan g\m treoir;
Gun neach a dheanadb cairdeas ris,
No blieireadh fàrdoch dhò.
Gnn mhuinntir bhi 'g a fbiithealadli,
No uiJheam mar bu choir ;
4cli eich is daimh'g a cluiartachadh
D' an dual gach uile ghlòir.
Eha tuill aig na sionnachaibh
Gu'm falachadh o tlieinn ;
Bha nid aig na h-eunlaithe
An geugaibh ?ird nan crann ;
Ach e-san a rinn uile iad,
'S gach n\ 's a' chruinne ch^,
Eha e fein 'n a fhògarach.
Gun chòmhnaidh aig fo'n ghrtin.
Hymn by DDGALD BUCHANAN. The air is that sun
contributed to this collection by a native of that district.
Conceived in pure virginity
By God the Spirit's might.
He deigned with His divinity
Our manhood to unite ;
He took on corporeity
And flesh the WoiiD was made.
The mystery of Deity
In Jesus was displayed.
His birth wa.s one of lowliness
Within a stable bare,
Wliich He, the Lord of holiness,
With cattle had to share.
No retinue attended Him
In robes of brilliant hue,
No tender band befriended Him
To whom all love is due.
The foxes had their hiding-place
Where they coidd safely rest,
The birds their own abiding-x^lace
In tall tree-tops possessed;
But He, whose liberality,
(iave them and all things birth.
Was needing hospitality —
A fugitive on earth.
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