HYMN I.

WHL night,

All seated on the ground,
The Angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.

2 "Fear not," said he, for mighty dread
Had seiz'd their troubled mind;
"Glad tidings of great joy I bring
"To you, and all mankind.

3 "To you, in David's town, this day
"Is born, of David's line,

"The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord; "And this shall be the sign:

4 "The Heavenly Babe you there shall find, "To haman view display'd,

"All meanly wrapp'd in swathing bands, "And in a manger laid."

5 Thus spake the Seraph, and forthwith Appear'd a shining throng

Of Angels, praising God, who thus Address'd their joyful song: 6" All glory be to God on high, "And to the earth be peace; "Good-will, henceforth, from heaven to men, "Begin, and never cease.'

HYMN II.

O may we lose these useless tongues,
When we forget to praise!

2 Then let us swell responsive notes,
And join the heavenly throng;
For Angels no such love have known
As we, to wake their song.

3 Good-will to sinful dust

shown, And peace on earth is given; For lo! th' incarnate Saviour comes, With news of joy from heaven!

4 Mercy and truth, with sweet accord, His rising beams adorn;

Let heaven and earth in concert sing,
"The Promis'd Child is born!"
5 Glory to God, in highest strains,
By highest worlds is paid:
Be glory, then, by us proclaim'd,
And by our lives display'd;

6 Till we attain those blissful realms,
Where now our Saviour reigns;
To rival these celestial choirs
In their immortal strains!

2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake, And nature sympathize!

The sun as darkest night be black!
Their Maker, Jesus dies!

3 Behold fast streaming from the tree His all-atoning blood!

Is this the Infinite? 'tis he,

My Saviour and my God!
4 For me these pangs his soul assail,
For me this death is borne;
My sins gave sharpness to the nail,
And pointed every thorn.

5 Let sin no more my soul enslave,
Break, Lord, its tyrant chain;
O save me, whom thou cam'st to save,
Nor bleed, nor die in vain!

HYMN IV.

FOR EASTER-DAY.
On the Resurrection.

SINCE Christ our Passover is slain,

A sacrifice for all,

Let all, with thankful hearts, agree
To keep the festival:

2 Not with the leaven, as of old,
Of sin and malice fed;
But with unfeign'd sincerity,

And truth's unleaven'd bread.
3 Christ being rais'd by Power Divine,
And rescu'd from the grave,
Shall die no more; Death shall on himn
No more dominion have.

4 For that he died, 'twas for our sins
He once vouchsaf'd to die:
But that he lives, he lives to God
For all eternity.

5 So count yourselves as dead to sin,
But graciously restor❜d,

And made, henceforth, alive to God,

Through Jesus Christ our Lord.

HYMN V.

For the same.

FOR WHITSUNDAY. OME, Holy Ghost! Creator, come, Inspire the souls of thine;

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Till every heart which thou hast made
Be fill'd with grace divine.

2 Thou art the Comforter, the gift
Of God, and fire of love;
The everlasting spring of joy,
And unction from above.

3 Thy gifts are manifold, thou writ'st
God's law in each true heart;
The promise of the Father, thou
Dost heavenly speech impart.
4 Enlighten our dark souls, till they
Thy sacred love embrace;
Assist our minds, by nature frail,
With thy celestial grace.

5 Drive far from us the mortal foe,
And give us peace within,

That, by thy guidance blest, we may Escape the snares of sin.

6 Teach us the Father to confess, And Son, from death reviv'd, And thee with both, O Holy Ghost, Who art from both deriv'd.

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HYMN VII.

For the same.

OME, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, With all thy quick'ning powers; Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

2 See how we grovel here below,
Fond of these earthly toys;
Our souls, how heavily they go,
To reach eternal joys!

3 In vain we tune our lifeless songs,
In vain we strive to rise!
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

4 Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning powers;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours!

From every nation, every coast,

By thy most precious blood. 4 Blessing and honour, glory, power, By all in earth and heaven,

To him that sits upon the throne,
And to the Lamb be given.
HYMN X.

For the same.

My o'erflow?

God, and is thy table spread!

Thither be all thy children led,

And let them thy sweet mercies know! 2 Hail, sacred Feast, which Jesus makes! Rich banquet of his flesh and blood! Thrice happy he who here partakes That sacred stream, that heavenly food! 3 Why are its dainties all in vain Before unwilling hearts display'd? Was not for you the victim slain? Are you forbid the children's bread? 4 O let thy table honour'd be,

And furnish'd well with joyful guests! And may each soul salvation see,

That here its holy pledges tastes!

5 Drawn by thy quick'ning grace, O Lord,
In countless numbers let them come,
And gather from their Father's board,
The bread that lives beyond the tomb!
6 Nor let thy spreading Gospel rest,
Till through the world thy truth has run,
Till with this bread all men be blest
Who see the light, or feel the sun!
HYMN XI.

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For the same.

ND are we now brought near to God,
Who once at distance stood?

And, to effect this glorious change,
Did Jesus shed his blood?

2 O for a song of ardent praise,
To bear our souls above?
What should allay our lively hope,
Or damp our flaming love!

3 Then let us join the heavenly Choirs,
To praise our Heavenly King!

O may that love which spreads this board, Inspire us while we sing

4 "Glory to God in highest strains, "And to the earth be peace; "Good-will from heaven to men is come; "And let it never cease!"

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HYMN XII.

ON THE NEW-YEAR.

HE God of life, whose constant care
With blessings crowns each op'ning year,

My scanty span doth still prolong,
And wakes anew mine annual song.
2 How many precious souls are fled
To the vast regions of the dead,
Since to this day the changing sun
Through his last yearly period run.
3 We yet survive; but who can say,
"Or through this year, or month, or day,
"I shall retain this vital breath,
"Thus far, at least, in league with death?"
4 That breath is thine, eternal God;
'Tis thine to fix my soul's abode;

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It holds its life from thee alone,
On earth, or in the world unknown.
5 To thee our spirits we resign,
Make them and own them still as thine;
So shall they live secure from fear,
Though death should blast the rising year.
6 Thy children, panting to be gone,
May bid the tide of time roll on,
To land them on that happy shore,
Where years and death are known no more.
7 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor hell shall reach that place;
No groans to mingle with the songs,
Resounding from immortal tongues:
8 No more alarms from ghostly foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
9 0, long expected year! begin;
Dawn on this world of woe and sin;
Fain would we leave this weary road,
To sleep in death, and rest with God.
HYMN XIII.

The Christian's Hope.

Werwhelmed with guilt and fear,

HEN, rising from the bed of death,

I see my Maker, face to face;

O how shall I appear!

2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,

My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought;

3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclos'd In Majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul;

O how shall I appear!

4 But thou hast told the troubled mind,
Wo does her sins lament;

The timely tribute of her tears
Shall endless woe prevent.

5 Then see the sorrow of my heart,
E'er yet it be too late;

And hear my Saviour's dying groans,
To give these sorrows weight.
6 For never shall my soul despair
Her pardon to procure,
Who knows thy only Son has died,
To make her pardon sure.

7 Great God! with wonder and with praise On all thy works I look;

But still thy wisdom, power, and grace,
Shine brighter in thy book.

8 The stars, that in their courses roll,
Have much instruction given;
But thy good word informs my soul
How I may soar to heaven.

9 The fields provide me food, and show
The goodness of the Lord;
But fruits of life and glory grow
In thy most holy word.

10 Here are my choicest treasures hid,
Here my best comfort lies;
Here my desires are satisfy'd,

And here my hopes arise.

11 Lord, make me understand thy law,
Show what my faults have been;
And from thy Gospel let me draw
Pardon for all my sin.

12 Here would I learn how Christ has died To save my soul from hell;

Not all the books on earth beside
Such heavenly wonders tell.

113 Then let me love my Bible more,
And take a fresh delight,
By day to read these wonders o'er,
And meditate by night.

HYMN XIV.

On Gratitude to God.
WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,

WMy rising soul surveys,

Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise!

2 O how shall words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare,

That glows within my ravish'd heart!
But thou can'st read it there.

3 Thy providence my life sustain❜d,
And all my wants redrest,
When in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.

4 To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,

E'er yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
To form themselves in prayer.

5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd

From whom those comforts flow'd.
6 When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,

Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.

7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, It gently clear'd my way,

And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be fear'd than they.

8 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
With health renew'd my face;
And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.

9 Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
Has made my cup run o'er;

And in a kind and faithful friend

Has doubled all my store.

10 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
11 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;

And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

12 When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more,

My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore.

13 Through all eternity to thee
A joyful song I'll raise;
For oh! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.