e 2 "JESUS, the God, whom angels fear, "Comes down to dwell with you; "To-day he makes his entrance here, "But not as monarchs do.

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3 "No gold, nor purple swaddling bands, "Nor royal, shining things;

"A manger for his cradle stands,

"And holds the King of kings!

o 4" Go, shepherds, where the Infant lies, "And see his humble throne;

"With tears of joy in all your eyes,
"Go, shepherds, kiss the Son."

-5 Thus Gabriel sang-and straight around,
The heavenly armies throng:
They tune their harps to lofty sound,
And thus conclude the song:-

s 6" Glory to God who reigns above,
"Let peace surround the earth;
"Mortals shall know their Maker's love,
"At their Redeemer's birth."

HYMN 11. 8, 6 & 5.

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WATTS'S LIR.

Christmas. [*]

Christmas Morn.

LIFT up your heads in joyful hope,

Salute the happy morn:

Each heavenly power,
Proclaim the glad hour;

8 Lo, Jesus the Saviour is born!

o 2 All glory be to God on high,
To him all praise is due;
The promise is sealed-
The Saviour's revealed-
And proves that the record is true.
8 3 Let joy around like rivers flow;
Flow on, and still increase;

Spread o'er the glad earth,
At Emmanuel's birth-

For heaven and earth are at peace.

e 4 Now the good will of God is shown Towards Adam's helpless race; Messiah is come

To ransom his own

To save them by infinite grace.

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o 5 Then let us join the heavens above,
Where hymning seraphs sing;
Join all the glad powers-

For their Lord is ours

Our Prophet, our Priest, and our King. MADAN'SCOL.

HYMN 12. C. P. M. Pilgrim. [b]
Infancy of the Saviour.

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P1 What weeping innocence is here

SIGHT of anguish! view it near,—

A manger for his bed!

-The brutes yield refuge to his woe
e Men, worse than brutes, no pity show,
Nor give him friendly aid!

o 2 Why do no rapid thunders roll?
Why do not tempests rock the pole
O miracle of grace!

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o Or why no angels on the wing, Warm for the honour of their King,

e To punish all the race!

e 3 Though now an INFANT bathed in tears,

o He called to form the rolling spheres;

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And seraphs owned his nod!

e Helpless he calls, but men delay :e Ungrateful sinners disobey

The first-born Son of God!

Say, radiant seraphs, throned in light, o Did love e'er tower so high a flight?— Or glory sink so low?

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-This wonder angels scarce declare;
Angels the rapture scarce can bear,
Or equal praise bestow.

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e 5 Redemption! 'tis a boundless theme; Thou boundless Mind, our hearts inflame, With ardour from above:

d Words are but faint, let joy express→→→ Vain is mere joy-let actions bless This prodigy of love.

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HYMN 13. C. M. Arundel. [*]

Christ's Ministry. Luke iv. 18, 19.

d1H The Saviour promised long!

ARK,—the glad sound!—the Saviour comes!

-Let every heart prepare a throne

And every voice a song.

2 On him the Spirit, largely poured,

Exerts its sacred fire;

Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
His holy breast inspire.

o 3 He comes-the prisoners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;

o The gates of brass before him burstThe iron fetters yield!

o 4 He comes-from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray ;

o And on the eye-balls of the blind To pour celestial day.

e 5 He comes-the broken heart to bindThe bleeding soul to cure;

o And, with the treasures of his grace, To enrich the humble poor.

e 6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim;

And heaven's eternal arches ring

With thy beloved name.

Doddridge.

HYMN 14. L. M. Islington. [*]
Christ's Example.

1A Such let our conversation be;

ND is the gospel peace and love?

The serpent blended with the dove,―
Wisdom and meek simplicity.

2 Whene'er the angry passions rise,
And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife;
To Jesus let us lift our eyes,

Bright pattern of the Christian life.

3 O how benevolent and kind!
How mild-how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,
And these the rules by which we live.
4 To do his heavenly Father's will,
Was his employment and delight;
Humility and holy zeal

Shone through his life divinely bright.
5 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labours of his life were love;
Then, if we bear the Saviour's name,
By his example let us move.

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HYMN 15. L. M.

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Weldon. [*]

Christ's Transfiguration. Matt. xvii. 4. THEN at this distance, Lord, we trace The various glories of thy face, What transport pours o'er all our breast, And charins our cares and woes to rest! 2 With thee, in the obscurest cell, On some bleak mountain would I dwell; Rather than pompous courts behold, And share their grandeur and their gold. d 3 Away, ye charms of mortal joy! Raptures divine my thoughts employ! o see the King of glory shine ;e I feel his love, and call him mine. -4 On Tabor thus his servants viewed His lustre, when transformed he stood; And, bidding earthly scenes farewell, Cried, "Lord, 'tis pleasant here to dwell." -5 Yet still our elevated eyes

To nobler visions long to rise;

o That grand assembly would we join, Where all thy saints around thee shine.

d 6 That mount-how bright! those forms-how fair!

o 'Tis good to dwell forever there : -Come, death, dear envoy of our God,

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And bear me to that blest abode.

JIYMN 16. L. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Dresden. [*]

Christ weeping over Jerusalem. Luke xix. 41, 42. THAT venerable sight appears!

WHAT Yen of God-dissolved in tears!

Trace, O my soul, with sad surprise,
The sorrows of a Saviour's eyes.

e 2 For whom, blest Jesus, we would know,
Doth such a sacred torrent flow ?-

What brother, or what friend of thine,
Is graced and mourned with drops divine?
-3 Nor brother, there, nor friend 1 see-
d But sons of pride and cruelty;

Who like rapacious tigers stood,
Impatient, panting for thy blood.

p 4 Dear Lord, and did thy gushing eyes
Thus stream o'er dying enemies?

And can thy tenderness forget

The sinner humbled at thy feet?

e 5 With deep remorse our bowels move,
That we have wronged such matchless love;
e Thy gentle pity, Lord, display,

And smile these trembling fears away.

-6 Give us to shine before thy face, Eternal trophies of thy grace

o Where songs of praise thy saints employ, And mingle with a Saviour's joy.

DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 17. 78. St. John's. [b]

Gethsemane; or,Agony in the Garden. Matt. xxvi. 36-45.

ANY woes had Christ endured,

MANY

Many sore temptations met,

Patient and to pains inured!

e But the sorest trial yet

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Was to be sustained in thee,—
Gloomy-sad-Gethsemane!

e 2 Came at length the dreadful night'
d Vengeance, with his iron rod,

Stood, and with collected might,
Bruised the harmless Lamb of God:
p See, my soul, the Saviour see-
Prostrate in Gethsemane.

e 3 There my God bore all my guilt;
-This, through grace, can be believed!
e But the torments which he felt,
Are too vast to be conceived:
None can penetrate through thee
a Doleful-dark-Gethsemane.

4 All my sins against my God-
e All my sins against his laws-
All my sins against his blood-
All my sins against his cause:-
e Sins as boundless as the sea!
Hide me, O Gethsemane !

-5 Here's my claim, and here alone
None a Saviour more can need;
Deeds of righteousness I've none;
Not a work that I can plead
Not a glimpse of hope for me
Only in Gethsemane.