Hymns

"...Sound with all Thy saints below, The depths of love divine..."

Charles Wesley 1707-88

Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire, Let us Thine influence prove,
 Source of the old prophetic fire, Fountain of light and love. 
Come, Holy Ghost, for moved by Thee, The prophets wrote and spoke;
Unlock the truth, Thyself the key, Unseal the sacred Book.
Expand Thy wings, celestial Dove, Brood o'er our nature's night;
On our disordered spirits move, And let there now be light.
God, through Himself, we then shall know, If Thou within us shine,
And sound, with all Thy saints below, The depths of love Divine. Amen.
Found on page 271, The Methodist Hymn Book with Tunes, 1933.

"Infant holy, infant lowly, for his bed a cattle stall..."

Polish Carol translated by Edith Reed in 1925

Infant holy, infant lowly, for his bed a cattle stall;
Oxen lowing, little knowing, Christ the Babe is Lord of all.
Swift are winging angels singing, noels ringing,
tidings bringing: Christ the babe is Lord of all.