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[For Christmas]

1 Jesus is king! sing, gladly sing

The praise of Him who rules in earth and sky!
Let the refrain once and again

Go up from our hearts to His throne on high!
"He is worthy! He is worthy!"

With the holy angels cry!

CHO.-Jesus is king! sing, gladly sing

The praise of Him who rules in earth and sky!
Let the refrain once and again

Go up from our hearts to His throne on high!

2 He rules in love,-who would not prove
The wonders of His loving tenderness?

When none could save, himself He gave
To rescue the lost from their deep distress.
He is able, He is able

All who trust in Him to bless.-Cho.

3 Let us with joy our hands employ
In serving Him who saves us by His might,
Meekly fulfill His holy will,

And each win a crown and a robe of white!
He has promised, He has promised;
We shall reign with Him in light.-Cho.

FINE.

D.C.

1 Hark, hark, the voice! Let there be light."
The sons of God, with infinite delight,
Shout in their joy. At dawn of time,

Hear morning stars singing their choral chime.
Praise the Lord our great Creator
Praise him, praise him evermore

Repeat first four lines.

2 Hark, hark, the song!" Good will, to men.' The angels shout their songs o'er earth again. Sing joyful earth: Thy Lord hath come, Let songs from the earth and the heaven be one. "Praise the Lord the great Redeemer

Praise him, praise him evermore. "-Rep.

3 Hark, hark, the shout! converts begin
To praise the Lord who pardons all their sin.
Hear, all the world, what Christ hath done,
He over my sins perfect vict'ry won.

Praise the Lord my great salvation

Praise him, praise him evermore. "-Rep.

4 Hark, hark, the sound! saints come to death. They shout of grace, free grace with dying breath. "Death has no sting. Christ quenched its pain, O victory, victory! death is gain.

Praise the Lord my life eternal,

Praise him, praise him evermore."-Rep.

5 Hark, hark, from heaven! Loud as the voice
Of mighty seas when winds and waves rejoice,
Nations and tongues of every clime

Sing praise to their King in their shouts sublime.
"Praise the Lord our blessed Saviour,
Praise him, praise him evermore."-Rep.

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Balerma. 52. T. P. 89.

1 See, Israel's gentle Shepherd stands
With all engaging charms;
Hark, how he calls the tender lambs,
And folds them in his arms.

2 Permit them to approach, he cries,
Nor scorn their humble name;

For 'twas to bless such souls as these
The Lord of angels came.

3 We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands
And yield them up to thee;

Joyful that we ourselves are thine
Thine let our offspring be.

126 Jesus of Nazareth. L. P. M. 127 Nashville. L. P. M.

128 St. Stephens. L. P. M.