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2 They sang of the break of redemption's glad morn, The holy had longed to behold;

They sang of a Saviour in Bethlehem born,

So long by the prophets foretold;
They sang of good-will from our God unto men,
Of peace to a valley of tears;

They sang of salvation from death and from sin,
A balm from our sorrows and fears.

3 "Then glory to God in the highest!" I'll sing,
For I am a sinner on earth;

I'll welcome the tidings of mercy that bring
The news of Emmanuel's birth;

I'll go to His cross, though a sinner defiled,
And wash in the fountain of blood;

I'll pray for the grace that can strengthen a child,
And bring Him at last to his God.

Make a joyful noise unto God. 118 & 8s.

Psalm lxvi. 1.

Be joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth,
Oh, serve him with gladness and fear,
Exult in his presence with music and mirth,
With love and devotion draw near;
The Lord, he is God, and Jehovah his name,
Creator and Ruler of all;

And we are his people, his sceptre we own,
His sheep, and we follow his call.

Oh, enter his gates with thanksgiving and song,
Your vows in his temple proclaim;

His praise with melodious accordance prolong,
And bless his adorable name.

For good is the Lord, inexpressibly good,
And we are the work of his hand;
His mercy and truth from eternity stood,
And shall to eternity stand.

Unknown, cir. 1875?

James Montgomery, 1822

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Psalm xvii. 15.

If I in thy likeness, O Lord, may awake,

And shine a pure image of thee,

Then I shall be satisfied, when I can break
The fetters of death and be free.

I know this stain'd tablet must first be wash'd white,
To let thy bright features be drawn ;

I know I must suffer the darkness of night,
To welcome the coming of dawn.

Oh! I shall be satisfied when I can cast

The shadow of nature all by,

In songs of sublime adoration and praise,

Ye pilgrims to Zion who press,

Break forth and extol the great Ancient of Days,

His rich and distinguishing grace.

His love, from eternity fixed upon you,
Broke forth and discovered its flame,

To live in an unclouded day.

I feel the blest morning begins to draw near,

When time's dreary fancy shall fade;

Oh, then in thy likeness may I but appear,
In glory and beauty arrayed.

To see thee in glory, O Lord, as thou art,
Freed from mortal, corruptible clay,
My spirit is longing to be where thou art,
And sighs for the dawn of that day,

And brought you to love his great name.

What was there in you that could merit esteem,

Or give the Creator delight?

'Twas "Even so, Father," you ever must sing,
"Because it seemed good in thy sight."
Then give all the glory to his holy name,

To him all the glory belongs;

Be yours the high joy still to sound his great fame,
And crown him in each of your songs.
R. Keene? ab. 1787.

1437-1438

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There is life

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Isa. xlv. 22.

There is life for a look at the Crucified One;

There is life at this moment for thee; Then look, sinner-look unto Him and be savedUnto him who was nailed to the tree.

CHORUS.

Oh, look unto me, all ye ends of the earth!
Oh, look unto me and be saved.

Oh! why was He there as the bearer of sin,

If on Jesus thy sins were not laid?

Oh! why from his side flowed the sin-cleansing blood,
If his dying thy debt has not paid?

It is not thy tears of repentance, or prayers,
But the blood that atones for the soul;

On Him, then, who shed it thou mayest at once
Thy weight of iniquities roll.

His anguish of soul on the cross hast thou seen?
His cry of distress hast thou heard?
Then, why, if the terrors of wrath He endured,
Should pardon to thee be deferred?

There remaineth no more to be done;

That once in the end of the world he appeared,
And completed the work he begun.

Then take, with rejoicing, from Jesus at once
The life everlasting he gives;

And know, with assurance, thou never canst die,
Since Jesus, thy righteousness, lives.
There is life for a look at the Crucified One;
There is life at this moment for thee;
Then look, sinner-look unto Him and be saved,
And know thyself spotless as He.

A rest to the people of God. Heb. iv. 9.

Amelia Matilda Hull, 1860. 1438 12s & 9s. There remaineth a rest for the people of God, When their labors and conflicts are past. When they who earth's desert have wearily trod, Shall reach the bright kingdom at last.

CHORUS.

Oh, rest, blessed rest for the people of God! Oh, soon may that glory be mine.

the word?

And the Lord is our righteousness made;

The best robe of heaven he bids thee put on; Oh could'st thou be better arrayed?

How our souls for its quietude long,

Till we see through the sorrows and darkness of time

That morning of sunshine and song.

H., 1885.

Freeman Lewis, 1813. 3. Arr. H., 18

Solomon Song v. 10.

O Thou! in whose presence my soul takes deOn whom in affliction I call,

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My comfort by day and my song in the night, My hope, my salvation, my all

Mark x. 9.

I think when I read that sweet story of old,
When Jesus was here among men,
How he called little children as lambs to his fold
I should like to have been with them then.

Ye daughters of Zion, declare have you seen
The star that on Israel shone?

Say if in your tents my Beloved has been,
And where with his flocks has he gone?
This is my Beloved, his form is divine,

His vestments shed odors around;
The locks on his head are as grapes on the vine
When autumn with plenty is crowned.
Love sits on his eyelids and scatters delight
Through all the blessed mansions on high:
Their faces the cherubim veil in his sight,
And tremble with fullness of joy.
His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow
To water the garden of grace;
From him their salvation the Gentiles shall
And bask in the smiles of his face. [know,
His voice as the sound of the dulcimer sweet,
Is heard through the shadows of death;
The cedars of Lebanon bow at his feet,

The air is perfumed with his breath.

He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice,
And myriads wait for his word;

He speaks, and eternity filled with his voice
Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.
Joseph Swain, ab. 1761-1796.

"Let the little ones come unto me." [he said, If Jesus were here and would smile on my song, When to love him and praise him I tried, With sweetest hosannas I'd join in the throng, And would press myself close to his side. And if they would chide me or send me away, I would cling to his sheltering knee, And I'd tell them the words he himself once did "Let the little ones come unto me." [say,

Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go, And ask for his blessing on me;

And if I thus seek him, his love I shall know, And at last I his glory shall see;

In the city of joy he has gone to prepare

For all who are washed and forgiven, And all the good children shall soon gather

For of such is the kingdom of heaven. [there, But thousands and thousands who wander and Never heard of that heavenly home; [fall, I should like them to know there is room for them all, And that Jesus has bid them to come.

I long for that blessed and glorious time,
The fairest, and brightest, and best,
When the dear little children of every clime,
Shall crowd to His arms and be blessed.
Jemima Thompson Luke, 1841.