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"Christ is born in Bethlehem."-Luke 2.

1 HARK! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born King!
Peace on earth, and mercy mild;
God and sinners reconciled."
2 Joyful, all ye nations, rise;

Join the triumphs of the skies; With th' angelic hosts proclaim, "Christ is born in Bethlehem." 3 Mild he lays his glory by;

Born that man no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of carth;
Born to give them second birth.
4 Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail, the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Ris'n with healing in his wings.
5 Let us then with angels sing,

"Glory to the new-born King!-
Peace on earth, and mercy mild;
God and sinners reconciled!"

Isaiah 21: 11.

276. "Watchman, what of the night?"
1 WATCHMAN, tell us of the night,

What its signs of promise are.
Traveler, o'er yon mountain's height,
See that glory-beaming star!
2 Watchman, does its beauteous ray
Aught of joy or hope foretell?
Traveler, yes it brings the day,
Promised day of Israel.

3 Watchman, tell us of the night:
Higher yet that star ascends.
Traveler, blessedness and light,
Peace and truth, its course portends.
4 Watchman, will its beams alone

Gild the spot that gave them birth? Traveler, ages are its own:

See! it bursts o'er all the earth! 5 Watchman, tell us of the night,

For the morning seems to dawn.

* Commence the fifth stanza with the latter part of the tune.

Traveler, darkness takes its flight, Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 6 Watchman, let thy wanderings cease; Hie thee to thy quiet home. Traveler, lo! the Prince of Peace, Lo! the Son of God is come!

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"Give place to me that I may dwell.” Isaiah 49: 20.

"GIVE us room, that we may dwell," Zion's children cry aloud: See their numbers-how they swell! How they gather like a cloud! 2 Oh, how bright the morning seems! Brighter from so dark a night : Zion is like one that dreams,

Filled with wonder and delight. 3 Lo! thy sun goes down no more, God himself will be thy light; All that caused thee grief before Buried lies in endless night. 4 Zion, now arise and shine!

Lo! thy light from heaven is come: These that crowd from far are thine;

Give thy sons and daughters room. 1114. "Sing unto Him a new song." 1 SWELL the anthem, raise the song; Praises to our God belong; Saints and angels! join to sing Praises to the heavenly King. 2 Blessings from his liberal hand Flow around this happy land: Kept by him, no foes annoy; Peace and freedom we enjoy.

3 Here, beneath a virtuous sway,
May we cheerfully obey;
Never feel oppression's rod,
Ever own and worship God.
4 Hark! the voice of nature sings
Praises to the King of kings;
Let us join the choral song,
And the grateful notes prolong.

1 HARK! ten thousand harps and voices
Sound the note of praise above:
Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices;
Jesus reigns, the God of love:
See, he sits on yonder throne;
Jesus rules the world alone.

2 King of glory, reign for ever!

Thine an everlasting crown: Nothing from thy love shall sever Those whom thou hast made thine own:

Happy objects of thy grace, Destined to behold thy face. 3 Saviour, hasten thine appearing; Bring, oh, bring the glorious day, When the awful summons hearing, Heaven and earth shall pass away! Then, with golden harps, we 'll sing, Glory, glory to our King!"

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I will love thee, Light Divine,
Till I die and find thee mine!

2 I will praise thee, Sun of glory!
For the bliss thy beams have brought;
I will praise thee, will adore thee,

For the light I long had sought ;-
Praise thee that thy words so blest
Soothed my troubled soul to rest!
3 Be my heart more warmly glowing,
Sweet and calm the tears I shed;
And its love, its ardor, showing,

Let my spirit onward tread:
Near to thee, and nearer still,
Draw this heart, this mind, this will.
4 I will love in joy or sorrow!

While I in this body dwell;

I will love to-day, to-morrow,
With a love no words can tell :

I will love thee, Light Divine,
Till I die, and find thee mine!

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"Neither shall any man pluck them out of My hand."-John 10: 28.

1 CLOUDS and darkness round about thee For a season vail thy face;

Still I trust and can not doubt thee,
Jesus, full of truth and grace:
Resting on thy word I stand:
None shall pluck me from thy hand.
2 Oh, rebuke me not in anger;
Suffer not my faith to fail;
Let not pain, temptation, languor
O'er my struggling heart prevail !
Holding fast thy word I stand:
None shall pluck me from thy hand.
3 In my heart thy word I cherish;

Though unseen, thou still art near;
Since thy sheep shall never perish,

What have I to do with fear?
Trusting in thy word I stand:
None shall pluck me from thy hand.

1132. "Waft, waft, ye winds, his story."

1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand,From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain.

2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle;
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile;
In vain with lavish kindness

The gifts of God are strown;
The heathen, in his blindness,

Bows down to wood and stone!

3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,-
Shall we, to men benighted,
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation, oh, salvation!

The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation

Has learned Messiah's name.

4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,

And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,

It spreads from pole to pole;
Till o'er our ransomed nature

The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign!

1133.

"O that the salvation of Israel were come
out of Zion."-Psalm 14.

1 Он that the Lord's salvation
Were out of Zion come,
To heal his ancient nation,
To lead his outcasts home!
How long the holy city

Shall heathen feet profane?
Return, O Lord, in pity;
Rebuild her walls again.

2 Let fall thy rod of terror;
Thy saving grace impart;
Roll back the vail of error;
Release the fettered heart:
Let Israel, home returning,

Their lost Messiah see;
Give oil of joy for mourning,

And bind thy church to thee.