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2 On him the Spirit, largely pourų, Of angels, praising God, who thus
Address'd their joyful song:
And to the earth be peace;
Begin and never cease !" [ men,
HYMN 44. (C. M.)
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,
When we forget to praise !
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;
As we, to wake their song.
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;
With news of joy from heav'n!
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;
Hope of all the saints, thou art, And by our lives display'd ;
Where now our Saviour reigns; 3 Born thy people to deliver,
To rival these celestial choirs
HYMN 44. (III. 1.)
Glory to the new-born King,
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconcil'd!
Join the triumphs of the skies;
With th' angelic hosts proclạim,
3 Christ, by highest heav'n ador'd.
Late in tinie behold him come,
Offspring of the virgin's womb!
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;
Chorus. Shout the glad tidings, exult“The heav'nly Babe you there shall
ingly sing; To human view display'd,
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
O may the precisa
Fill our fearts
O retresh as Travilling through this . Thanks we give me
For the gospelsin Mar the fruits of the In our hearts and has
Mar thy present 11ith us e vermere de tot
HIMX 41. HAPK the gial :23
The Sariour progid et ever heart premis And every roci 47
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.
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,
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,
And root it from thy ground."
HYMN 50. (L. M.)
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.,
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
As hy he most une meret sigh ays, 3 See bacterious nations at thy gates
And stii se fut
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And still not
And 100! it írus 3F
7 No mort tigue, no more distresu,
HYMN 53. (II. 5.)
Isaiah Ix. &c.
Edin, tormingham with the song. RISE drewnie with light, imperia:
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,
(unborn To sleep in death, and rest with God.' Bee future sons and daughters yet
In crowding ranks on every side arise,
Demanding life, impatient for the skies
Why heaves the secret sigh?
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,
Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiah.
(II. 6.) EPIPHANY
Great David's greater Son
Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun !
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free,
And words of
And rule in equity.
2 He comes, with succour speedy,
To those who suffer wrong,
To help the poor and needy.
And bid the weak be strong;
To give them songs for sighing,
Their darkness turn to light,
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,
Spring in his path to birth:
Before him, on the mountains,
Shall peace, the herald, go;
And righteousness, in fountains,
Froin hill to valley flow.
4 To lim shall prayer uncuosing.
Through all the earth abroad : Aud daily vows, oscend;
Mis kingdoin still increasing
A kingdom without end.
B 1,/where years as ats
To the vast regions' Since to this carx Through his lasi matt 3 We yet certipe y “Or through this reg, I shall retain this is Tous far, at least
death 4 That breath is thing e, It holds its life fra
5 To thee our siris
So shall the lire se
May bid the tide res
M & stranger to myself
The tide of time shall never
By thy triumph o'er the gravo,
By thy pow'r from death to sare;
To thy throne in heav'n restor'd,
Prince and Saviour, hear our cry
Hear our solemn litany.
(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.
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
Though trembling and afraid.
4 Increase my faith, increase my hope,
When foes and fears prevail;
And hear my fainting spirit up:
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
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.
And bid my crimes remove 1 (givo
To speak thy wondrous love ?
Almighty grace, thy healing pors By the real'd sepulchral stone,
How glorious, how divina !
Why should its
And all intent)
Ani boary Fids
By thy triumph 072
That can to life and bliss restore My richest gain I count but loss,
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
To bleed and die for me!.
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 !
4 But soon he'll break death's envious FRIDAY.
And in full glory shine:
Was ever love, like thine !
Saviour, hanging on the tree
In agonies and blood,
Methought, once turn'd his eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.
2 Sure, never till my latest breath "Tis the Saviour, O how glorious
Can I forget that look;
It seem'd to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke.
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,
And help'd to nail him there.
4 Alas! I knew not what I did :
But now my tears are vain;.
Where shall my trembling soul be hid ?
For I the Lord have slain.
“I freely all forgive :
In all its blackest hue, (plays
It seals my pardon too.
My weak resistance: 3
How strong antes 3 O gracious 621
My feebie fra
Though trembina 4 Increase marfait
When foes !
Or soon my street 5 Wbene er teste
Or Jare my facts My God, thrpose
My guardian in 6 keep me in UTM
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