2 On him the Spirit, largely pourų, Of angels, praising God, who thus
Exerts his sacred fire;

Address'd their joyful song:
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, 6 " All glory be to God on high,
His holy breast inspire,

And to the earth be peace;
3 He comes, the pris'ners to release, Good-will, henceforth, from heav'n to
In Satan's bondage held;

Begin and never cease !" [ men,
The gates of brass before him burst,

HYMN 44. (C. M.)
The iron fetters yield.

WI

THILE angels thus, O Lord, rejoice,

Shall men no anthem raise ? 4 He comes, from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray;

O may we lose these useless tongues,
And on the eyes oppress'd with night

When we forget to praise !
To'pour célestial day.

2 Then let us swell responsive notes, 5 He comes, the broken heart to bind, For angels no such love have known

And join the heav'nly throng;
The bleeding soul to cure,
And with the treasures of his grace

As we, to wake their song.
T.enrich the humble poor.

3 Good-will 'to sinful dust is shown, 6 Our glad Hošannas, Prince of peace, For lo! 'th' incarnate Saviour comes,

And peace on earth is giv'n;
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heav'n's eternal arches ring

With news of joy from heav'n!
With thy beloved name.

4 Mercy and truth, with sweet accord. HYMN 42. (IIT. 3.)

His rising beams adorn; ,

Let heav'n and earth in concert sing Born to set thy people free!

" The promis'd Child is born!" * From our sins and fears release us, 5 Glory to God, in highest strains, Let us find our rest in thee.

By highest worlds is paid;
2 Israel's strength and consolation, Be glory, then, by us proclaim'd,

Hope of all the saints, thou art, And by our lives display'd ;
Long desir'd of every nation, 6 Till we attain those blissful realms,
Joy of every waiting heart.

Where now our Saviour reigns; 3 Born thy people to deliver,

To rival these celestial choirs
Born a child, yet God our King, In their immortal strains!
Born to reign in us for ever,

HYMN 44. (III. 1.)
Now thy gracious kingdom bring.
4. By thine own eternal Spirit

Glory to the new-born King,
Rule in all our hearts alone;

Peace on earth and mercy mild,
By thine all-sufficient merit

God and sinners reconcil'd!
Raise us to thy glorious throne. 2 Joyful all ye nations rise,

Join the triumphs of the skies;
CHRISTMAS

With th' angelic hosts proclạim,
HYMN 43. (C. M.) Christ is born in Bethlehem!
Luke ii. 8-15.

3 Christ, by highest heav'n ador'd.
HILE shepherds watch'd their Christ, the everlasting Lord,
flocks by night,

Late in tinie behold him come,
All seated on the ground,

Offspring of the virgin's womb!
The angel of the Lord came down, 4 Veil'd in flesh the Godhead see
And glory shone around.

Hail th' incarnate Deity, 2"fear not," said he, for mighty dread Pleas'd, as man, with man to dwell, Had seiz'd their troubled mind;

Jesus, now Emanuel. “Glad tidings of great joy I bring 5 Ris'n with healing in his wings, To you, and all mankind.

Light and life to all he brings; 3 “To you, in David's town, this day Hail the Sun of righteousness, Is born, of David's line,

Hail the heav'n-born Prince of

peace The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord;

HYMN 46.
And this shall be the sign :

Chorus. Shout the glad tidings, exult“The heav'nly Babe you there shall

ingly sing; To human view display'd,

(find,

Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah All meanly wrapt in swathing bands,

is King. And in a manger laid."

Zion! the marvellous story be telling, 5 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith The Son of the Highest, how lowly Appear'd'a shining throng

WHILE

O may the precisa
Spring up, and bearios
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This in the cuts
Grant. Lord that meer
May all. at length

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Fill our fearts
Let us each, thr ise
Triumph in tedecine

O retresh as Travilling through this . Thanks we give me

For the gospelsin Mar the fruits of the In our hearts and has

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The Sariour progid et ever heart premis And every roci 47

upon earth.

The brightest archangel in glory excel. And magnify that sov'reign love ling,

Which shows salvation Ligb. He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns 2 As time departs, salvation comes

Each nioment brings it near; Chorus. Shout the glad tidings, exult. Then welcome each declining day, ingly sing;

Welcome each closing year.
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah
is King.

3 Not many years their course shall run ? Tell how he cometh; from nation to Ere all its glories stand reveal'd

Not many mornings rise, nation,

To our transported eyes,
The heart-cheering news let the earth
echo round;

[tion,
DYMN 49.

(C.M.).

St. Luke xiii. 6-9. How free to the faithful he offers salva.

How his people with joy everlasting SEE in the wineyard of the Lord, Chorus. Shout the glad tidings, exutt. No fruit it yields, no blossom bears, ingly sing;

Though planted by his hands. Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah 2 From year to year the tree he views is King.

And still no fruit is found; (mands, Mortals! your homage be gratefully Then “cut it down” the Lord combringing,

Why cumbers it the ground ?** And sweet let the gladsome hosanna 3 But lo! the gracious Saviour pleado arise ;

" The barren fig.tree spare, Ye angels! the full hallelujah be singing, Another year in mercy wait, One chorus resound through the earth

It yet may bloom and bear. and the skies. Chorus, Shout the glad tidings, exult-/4 "But if my culture prove in vain,

And still no fruit be found,
ingly sing;
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah I plead no more; destroy the tree,
is King.

And root it from thy ground."
HYMN 47. (C. M.)

NEW YEAR.
Isaiah ix. 2-7.

HYMN 50. (L. M.)
HE race that long in darkness pin'd

HEGod of Įife, whose constant car Have seen a glorious light; The people now behold the dawn,

year, Who dwelt in death and night.

My scanty span doth still prolong ? To hail thy rising, Sun of life! And wakes anew mine annual song. The gath'ring nations come,

2 How many precious souls are fled Joyous as when the reapers bear

To thể vast regions of the dead, Their harvest treasures home.

Since to this day the changing sun 3 For thou our burden hast remov'd,

Through his last yearly period run! Th' oppressor's reign is broke; Thy fiery conflict with the fue

3 We yet survive; but who can say Has burst his cruel yoke.

"Or through this year, or month, or day

I shall retain this vital breath, ( To us the promis'd Child is born;

Thus far, at least, in teague with To us the Son is giv'n;

death?" Him shall the tribes of earth obey, And all the hosts of heav'n.

4 That breath is thine, eternal God, 5 His name shall be the Prince of peace, it holds its life froin thee alone,

'Tis thine to fix my soul's abode; For evermore ador'd,

On earth, or in the world unknown The Wonderful, the Counsellor, The mighty God and Lord.

5 To thee our spirits we resign, 6 His pow'r increasing still shall spread, Make them and

own them still as thine His reign no end shall know;

So shall they live secure from fear, Justice shall guard his throne above,

Though death should blast the tiging And peace abound below.,

year.

6 Thy children, panting to be goas ND OF THE YEAR. May bid the tide of time roll on,

HYMN 48. (C. M.) To land them on that happy shore Now raise voiess high

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HYMN 53. (II. 5.)
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Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach that place;

Isaiah Ix. &c.
No
: As time dos Resounding from immortal tongues:

Edin, tormingham with the song. RISE drewnie with light, imperia:
Each makt & No more alarms from ghostly foes; Exalt thy tow'ring head and lift thine
The wake
No cares, to break the long repose;

eyes! Welcome tax No midnight shade, no clouded sun,

See heav'n its sparkling portals wide 3 Not many years But sacred, high, eternal noon.

display, Na manca 9 long expected year! begin,

And break upon thee in a flood of day.. Ese ai ia gloria! Dawn on this world of ro and sin;

2 See a long race thy spacious courts To our transport Fain would we leave this weary road,

adorn,

(unborn To sleep in death, and rest with God.' Bee future sons and daughters yet

In crowding ranks on every side arise,
HYMN 51. (C. M.)

Demanding life, impatient for the skies
Search
A arten tas

Why heaves the secret sigh?
Jo frusit soos 'Tis that I mourn departed days,

attend,
Still unprepar'd to die. •

Walk in thy light and in thy temple

bend! Die From year term 2 The world and worldly things belov'd See thy bright altars throng'd with: My anxious thoughts employ'd;

prostrate kings, ✓ Then "au? And time unhallow'd, unimprová, While every land its joyous tributo Presents a fearful void.

brings ! a 3 But lo! tbe gracies 3 Yes, holy Father, wild despair,

4 The seas shall waste, the skies to Chase from my lab'ring breast :

smoke decay, Another year in 50 Thy grace it is which prompts the Rocks fall to dust, and mountains nielt That grace can do the rest. (prayer,

away ;
4 - Bat if morning My life's brief remnant call be thine ! But forankis word, his saving pow'r

Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiah.
I plead do more 3 Bids me this fleeting breath resign.
O speed my soul to Thee !

reigns.
HYMN 54.

(II. 6.) EPIPHANY

Psalm Ixxii.
HYMN 52. (S, M.).

,

Great David's greater Son
Isaiah lii. 7-10.

Hail, in the time appointed,

His reign on earth begun !
How heauteous are their feet

He comes to break oppression,

To set the captive free,
? How many peor Who bring salvation on their tongues, To take away transgression,

And words of
peace reveal!

And rule in equity.
? How charming is their voice,
How sweet their tidings are!

2 He comes, with succour speedy,

To those who suffer wrong,
Zion, behold thy Saviour-King,

To help the poor and needy.
He reigns and triumphs here."

And bid the weak be strong;
3 How happy are our ears.

To give them songs for sighing,
That hear this joyful sound,

Their darkness turn to light,
Which kings and prophets waited for, Whose souls. condemn’d, and dying.
And sought, but never found ! Were precious in his sight.

3 He shall descend like showers. "Tis thinc to fir an 4 How blessed are our eyes, That see this heav'nly light!

l'pon the fruitful earth,

And love and joy, like flowers,
But died without the sight.
On earth, or in the Prophets and kings desir'd it long

Spring in his path to birth:

Before him, on the mountains,
Make them and our 5 The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ ;

Shall peace, the herald, go;

And righteousness, in fountains,
Though death in Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy.

Froin hill to valley flow.

4 To lim shall prayer uncuosing.
6 Thy children,
N6 The Lord makes bare his arm

Through all the earth abroad : Aud daily vows, oscend;
et every nation now behold

Mis kingdoin still increasing
The Saviour and their God.

A kingdom without end.
To land then stor

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The tide of time shall never

By thy triumph o'er the gravo,
His covenant remove;

By thy pow'r from death to sare;
His name shall stand for ever; Mighty God, ascended Lord,
That name to us is Love.

To thy throne in heav'n restor'd,
HYMN 55. (C. M.)

Prince and Saviour, hear our cry
Isaiah ii. 2-5.

Hear our solemn litany.
'ER mountain tops the mount of HYMN 57. (L. M.)

(God Y God, permit to Above the summits of the hills,

And draw the wond'ring eyes. Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove, 2 To this the joyful nations round,

Forgetful of my highest love. All trihes and tongues, shall flow; 2 Why should my passions mix with Up to the mount of God, they'll say, earth, And to his house, we'll go.

And thus debase my heav'nly birth? 3 The beams that shine from Zion's Why should I cleave to things below, Shall lighten every land;

Thill And all my purest joys forego ? The king who reigns in Salem's tow'rs 3 Call me away from flesh and sense ; Shall all the world command. Thy grace, O Lord, can draw me thenooi

I would obey the voice divine, 4 Among the nations he shall judge,

And all inferior joys resign. His judgments truth shall guide;

HYMN 58. His sceptre shall protect the just,

(C. M.) And crush the sinner's pride. A

What snares beset my way! 5 For peaceful implements shall men To heav'n, O let me lift mine eyes,

Exchange their swords and spears ; And hourly watch and pray.
Nor shall they study war again
Throughout those happy years.

2 How oft my mournful thoughts com

And melt in flowing tears! (plain 6 Come, O ye house of Jacob! come

My weak resistance, ah, how vain, To worship at his shrine;

How strong my foes and fears! And, walking in the light of God,

3 O gracious God, in whom I live, With holy graces shine.

My feeble efforts aid; * LENT.

Help me to watch, and pray, and strito
HYMN 56. (III. 1.)

Though trembling and afraid.
Litany.

4 Increase my faith, increase my hope,

When foes and fears prevail;
SAVIOUR, whon, in dust, to thee
Low we bow th' adoring knee;

And hear my fainting spirit up:
When, repentant, to the skies

Or soon my strength will fail. Scarce we lift our streaming eyes 5 Whene'er temptations fright by O, by all thy pains and wo,

Or lure my feet aside, (heart, Suffer'd once for man below,

My God, thy pow'rful aid impart, Bending from thy throne on high, My guardian and my guide. Hear our solemn litany.

6 O keep me in thy heav'nly way. 2 By thy birth and early years,

And bid the tempter flee; By thy human griefs and fears,

And let me never, never stray By thy fasting and distress

From happiness and thee. In the lonely wilderness,

HYMN 59. (e. M.) By thy vict'ry in the hour

Ho

row oft, alas, this wretched heart of the subtle tempter's pow'r,

Has wander'd from the Lord ! Jesus, look with pitying eye;

How oft my roving thoughts depart, Hear our solemn litany.

Forgetful of his word | 3 By thine hour of dark despair,

2 Yet sov'reign mercy calls, "Return;" 4 By thine agony of prayer,

Dear Lord, and may I come ? By the purple robe of scorn,

My vile ingratitude I mourn; By thy wounds-Thy crown of thorn,

o take the wand'rer home.
By thy cross-thy pangs and cries, 3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet for
By thy perfect sacrifice,

And bid my crimes remove 1 (givo
Jesus, look with pitying eye; And shall a pardon'd rebel live
Hear our solemn litany.

To speak thy wondrous love ?
4 By thy deep expiring groan,

Almighty grace, thy healing pors By the real'd sepulchral stone,

How glorious, how divina !

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So vile a heart as mine.

And pour contempt on all my pride. Mighty God,

Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet, 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, To the three c: Dear Saviour, I adore ;

Save in the cross of Christ, my God: Prince and keep me at thy sacred feet,

All the vain things that charm me Heat out so And let me rove no more.

I sacrifice them to thy blood. [most ETWE

HYMN 60. (L. M.) 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet A stranges OTHO whose hall searching fight Sorrow and love flow mingled down

The darkness shineth as the light, Did e'er such love and sorrow meet? Andst a tz* Search, prove my heart, it looks to thee, Forgetful of my O burst its bonds, and set it free!

Or thornscompose a Saviour scrown? Why shond 2 Wash out its stains, remove its dross,

4 Were the whole realm of nature mine 1

That were a tribute far too small; Bind my affections to the cross; Love 60 amazing, so divine, And thus cebesss Hakow each thought, let all within

Demands my life, my soul, my all. Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean. And all arus 3 Jf in this darksome wild I stray,

HYMN 63. (C. M.) s 3 Call me away Be thou my light, be thou my way;

EHOLD the Saviour of mankind
No foes, no violence I fear,
I cuid bey theme No harm, while thou, my God, art near. How vast the love that him inclin'd
4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow,

To bleed and die for me!.
When sinks my heart in waves of wo, 2 Hark, how he groans! while nature
Jesus, thy timely aid impart,

shakes,
And raise my head, and cheer my heart.

And earth's strong pillars bend! 5 Saviour! where'er thy steps I see,

The temple's veil in sunder breaks, Dauntless, untird, I follow thee :

The solid marbles rend. 2 How of PTOLEDO let thy hand support me still,

3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid, And melt in And lead me to thy holy hill.

" Receive my soul!" he cries; See Hymns on Repentance.

See where he bows his sacred head!

He bows his head and dies !
PASSION WEEK, AND GOOD

4 But soon he'll break death's envious FRIDAY.

And in full glory shine:
HYMN 61. (III. 4.).

(chain,
O Lamb of God, was ever pain,
Isaiah Ixiii. 1-4.
HO is this that comes from Edom,

Was ever love, like thine !
All hisraiment stain'dwith blood, HYMN 64. (C. M.)
To the captive speaking freedom,
Bringing and bestowing good;

MY

Saviour, hanging on the tree
Glorious in the garb he wears,

In agonies and blood,
Glorious in the spoil he bears ?

Methought, once turn'd his eyes on me,

As near his cross I stood.
2 Tis the Saviour, now victorious,
Trav'lling onward in his might;

2 Sure, never till my latest breath "Tis the Saviour, O how glorious

Can I forget that look;
To his people is the sight!

It seem'd to charge me with his death,
Satan conquer'd, and the grave,

Though not a word he spoke.
Jesus now is strong to save.

3 My conscience felt and own'd the 3 Why that blood his raiment staining? I saw my sins his blood had spili,

And plung'd me in despair; (guilt,
'Tis the blood of many slain;
of his foes there's none remaining,

And help'd to nail him there.
OW oft, alas cher
None, the contest to maintain:

4 Alas! I knew not what I did :

But now my tears are vain;.
How oft my ron Fall'n they are, no more to rise,

Where shall my trembling soul be hid ?
Forgetful di biso AU their glory prostrate lies.
4 Mighty Victor, reign for ever,

For I the Lord have slain.
Wear the crown so dearly won! 5 A second look he gave, which said,
Never shall thy people, never,

“I freely all forgive :
Cease to sing what thou hast done! This blood is for thy ransom paid,
Thou hast fought thy people's foes; I die, that thou may'st live."
Thou hast heal'd thy people's woes. 6 Thus, while his death my sin, dis-
HYMN 62. (L. M.)

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On which the Prince of glory died.
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