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Glad tidings of great joy.
WHILE shepherds watch'd their flocks by night,
All seated on the ground,
2 Fear not, said he, (for mighty dread
Glad tidings of great joy I bring, you and all mankind.
3 To you, in David's town, this day
The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord;
4 The heavenly babe you there shall find
All meanly wrapp'd in swathing-bands,
5 Thus spake the seraph; and forthwith
6 All glory be to God on high,
Begin and never cease.
9th P. M. 87,
Peace on earth-good-will to men.
2 Listen to the wondrous story,
3 Peace on earth, good-will from heaven, Reaching far as man is found; Souls redeem'd, and sins forgiven !— Loud our golden harps shall sound. 4 Christ is born, the great Anointed; Heaven and earth his praises sing; O receive whom God appointed,
For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 5 Hasten, mortals, to adore him;
Learn his name, and taste his joy; Till in heaven ye sing before him,— Glory be to God most high!
15th P. M. 11 9, 11 9. Christmas-day.
When, enrobed in our clay, The Redeemer appear'd upon earth; How can we refrain
To unite in the strain,
And to hail our Immanuel's birth!
2 Ye angels of God,
Sound his praises abroad,
And acknowledge him JAH, the I AM:
In a hymn so divine,
30 may the return
Of this once blessed morn
4 Let echo prolong
Glory to God in the highest.
MORTALS, awake, with angels join,
lay; Joy, love, and gratitude combine, To hail the auspicious day.
2 In heaven the rapt'rous song began,
Through all the shining legions ran,
3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew, And loud the echo roll'd;
The theme, the song, the joy, was new,'Twas more than heaven could hold.
4 Down through the portals of the sky The' impetuous torrent ran;
And angels flew, with eager joy,
5 With joy the chorus we repeat,-
Good-will and peace are now complete-
6 Hail, Prince of life, forever hail!
Though earth, and time, and life shall fail,
7 Hark! the cherubic armies shout,
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P. M. 11 10, 11 10.
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid;
Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour, of all.
Vainly with gifts would his favour secure; Richer by far is the heart's adoration; Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.
Design and object of His advent.
HARK, the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
2 He comes, the pris'ner to release, In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before him burst,
3 He comes, from thickest films of vice
4 He comes, the broken heart to bind,
5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace,
8th P. M. 87, 87, 47.
Come and worship,-