But when his voice fhall raise the dead, .118. C. M. MEDLEY. The Incarnation of Chrift. MORT TORTALS, awake, with angels join, Joy, love and gratitude combine In heav'n the rapt'rous fong began, Thro' all the thining legions ran, And ftrung and tun'd the lyre. Swift thro' the vaft expanse it flew, The theme, the song, the joy was new, Down thro' the portals of the sky, Th' impetuous torrent ran; With joy the chorus we'll repeat Good-will and peace are now complete, Hail, Prince of Life, for ever hail! Tho' earth, and time, and life should fail, 119. C. M. WATTS'S H. The Song of Simeon. ORD, at thy Temple we appear, And hope to meet our Savior here; With what divine, and vaft delight "Now I can leave this world, he cry'd; Jefus the vifion of thy Face Hath overpow'ring charms! Scarce fhall we feel death's cold embrace, If Chrift be in our arms. 120. S. M. TAYLOR'S Col. He took not on him the Nature of Angels; but be took on him the Seed of Abraham. N TOW let the faints declare The praifes of their King: Bound by ten thoufand ties they are, His wond'rous love to fing. Not angels round the throne, Are half fo much oblig'd, as we, They nevet funk so low They are not rais'd fo high: Lefs favor'd were the pow'rs, Who in his Image stood : Their crowns are cheaper far than our's, The Savior did not join May we with Angels vie, Our debts are greater far than theirs ; E The Deity and Humanity of Chrift. RE the blue heav'ns were stretch'd abroad With God he was; the Word was God, By his own pow'r all things were made; Ere fin was born, or fatan fell, Or count the number of thy years?) ; But lo, he leaves those heav'nly forms 122. L. M. ! WATTS'S H. Chrift's Miracles. EHOLD, the blind their fight receive! The dumb fpeak wonders, and the lame Behold the Lord afcending high, Hence and for ever from my heart His natures two, his perfon one, The root of David, here we find, In our Immanuel's name. Bleft he that comes to wretched man, To Chrift the Lord be giv'n. Should we, dear Lord, refuse to take The rocks and stones would rife and break H Another. OSANNA to our conqu'ring King! Ten thousand thousand glories wait |