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Ps. LXXXIV. Evening. (6-8s.)

3-HOW sweet thy dwellings, Lord, how fair;
What peace, what bliss, inhabit there!
With ardent hope, with strong desire
My heart, my soul, to thee aspire ;
I long to tread thy courts and Thee,
My God, the living God, to see.
Eternal King! within thy dome
The swallow finds her peaceful home;
Blest, who, like her, from day to day,
To praise thee in thy temple, stay:
Who, constant, round thine altar press,
Thy help to seek, thy name to bless.

*Evening. (L. M.)

4-This is the day the Lord hath blest, The day to us in mercy giv'n;

The holy sabbath of his rest,

The pledge and type of rest in heav'n.

May we the blest assembly join,
To God devote this sacred day,
Our earthly cares and thoughts resign,
Look up to heav'n and learn the way.

May we by ev'ry sabbath grow
In grace, humility and love:
And thus thy holy rest below

Shall fit us for thy rest above.

* Or Ps. xcv. 1, 2, 6. O come loud anthems, &c.

Advent. (8-7.)

5-COME, O Saviour, long expected,
Born to set thy people free;
From our guilt and fear protected,
We shall find our rest in thee!
Israel's strength and consclation,
Hope of all the saints thou art;
Blest desire of ev'ry nation,
Joy of ev'ry waiting heart.

Born thy people to deliver;

Born a child, and yet a King;
Born to reign in us for ever,

Now thy gracious kingdom bring.

By thine own eternal Spirit,

In our hearts rule thou alone;

By thine all-sufficient merit,

Raise us to thy glorious throne.

Advent. (8-7-4.)

6-LO! He comes, with clouds descending, Once for favour'd sinners slain:

Thousand thousand saints attending,

Swell the triumph of his train: Hallelujah!

Ev'ry eye shall now behold him

Rob'd in dreadful majesty ;

They who set at nought and sold him,

Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree,

Amen.

Deeply wailing, shall the true Messiah see.

Now redemption, long expected
See with solemn pomp appear !
All his saints, by man rejected,

Rise to meet him in the air:

Hallelujah!-see, the Son of God appear!

Yea, Amen! let all adore thee,
High on thine eternal throne ;

Saviour, take the pow'r and glory,

Take the kingdom for thine own: Hallelujah!

Christmas Day. (D. c. M.)

Amen.

7-WHILE shepherds watch'd their flocks by night,

All seated on the ground;

The Angel of the Lord came down,

And glory shone around.

"Fear not," said he, (for mighty dread

Had seized their troubled mind,)
"Glad tidings of great joy I bring
"To you, and all mankind.

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

"A Saviour, who is Christ the Lord;

"And this shall be the sign :

"The heav'nly babe you there shall find,

"To human view display'd,

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

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Thus spake the Seraph;-and forthwith
Appear'd a shining throng

Of Angels praising God, who thus
Address'd their joyful song:-

"All glory be to God on high,
"And on the earth be peace :
"Good will henceforth, from heav'n to men,
"Begin and never cease.'

Christmas Day. (D. 78.)

8-HARK! the herald Angels sing,

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Glory to the new born King;
"Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
"God and sinners reconcil'd.'
Joyful all ye nations rise,

Join the triumph of the skies;
With th' Angelic host proclaim,

"Christ is born in Bethlehem."

Veil'd in flesh the Godhead see,

Hail th' Incarnate Deity!

Pleas'd as man with man t' appear,

Jesus, our Immanuel here!

Hail, the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!

Hail, the Sun of Righteousness!

Light and life, to all he brings,

Ris'n with healing in his wings.

Epiphany. (D. 8-7.)

9-HAIL, thou source of ev'ry blessing,
Sov'reign Father of mankind!
Gentiles now, thy grace possessing,
In thy courts admission find.
Gratefully we bend before thee;

In thy Church obtain a place;
Now by faith, behold thy glory,
Praise thy truth, and sing thy grace.

Hail, thou ever blessed Saviour!
Gentiles now their off'rings bring;
In thy temple seek thy favour;
Worship thee, their Lord and King.
May we all, sincere in spirit,
Live devoted to thy praise,
Glorious realms of bliss inherit,
Grateful anthems ever raise.

Epiphany. (P. M.)

10-O'ER the gloomy hills of darkness
Look, my soul, with hope and praise,
See, the promis'd day is breaking,
Bright from heav'n with truth and grace.
Day of glory,

Dawn and shine on all our race.

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