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HYMN CCXXVIII.

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hail ! happy day, When enrob'd in our clay, The Redeemer appear’d upon earth :

How can we refrain

For to join the glad Arain, And to hail our Immacuel's birth?

How boundless that love,

Pirft begotten above, And through Jesus to finners made known!

Lift, lift up your voice,

And exulting rejoice,
For Jehovah to earth is come down.
3 Ye angels of God

Sound his praifes abroad,
And acknowledge him JAH, the I AM.

We also will join

In a hymn fo divine, Giving glory to God and the Lamb. 4

To Chrift we will fing,

As our High Priest and King, And our Prophet to teach us the road :

But more than all tbis,

For Almighty he is, And we own him our crucify'd God! 5

To Jesus's praise

Let us spend all our days,
For 'tis he that our surety has stood;

He fojourned below,

That his mercy might flow, And he purchas'd our pardon with blood ! 6 0

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the return Of this once blefled morn Be for ever remember'd with joy ;

Sweet accents of praise

All our voices shall raise, Hallelujahs shall be our employ. 7

Let echo prolong

The harmonious fong, Hallelujahs again and again :

He kindles the fire,

Whom the nations defire,
And to him we devote the glad ftrain.
8 Blest Jesus while we

Pay our tribute to thee,
Let us worship, admire, and adoreg

Accept as thy crown,

What before was thine own, Hallelujahs and praise evermore,

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HYMN CCXXIX.
· Hark! the herald-angels fing,

“ Glory to the new-born King;
« Peace on earth, and mercy mild ;
" God and finners reconcil'd."
Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumphs of the skies,
With the angelic hoft proclaim,

“ Christ is born in Bethlehem." 2 Christ, by highest heav'n ador'd,

Chrift, the everlafing Lord ;
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of a virgin's womb :
Veild in flesh, the Godhead see,
Hail the incarnate Deity!
Pleas'd as man with men t' appear,

Jesus our Immanuel here.
3 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 ;

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Mild he lays his glory by,
Born, that man no more may dies
Born to raise the fons of earth,

Born to give them second birth. 4 Come, defire of nations, come,

Fix in us thy humble home;
Rise, the woman's conqu’ring seed,
Bruise in us the serpent's head :
Adam's likeness now efface,
Stamp thine image in its place ;
Second Adam from above,
Reinftate us in thy love.

NEW YEAR'S DAY,

HYMN ccxxx. · The Lord of earth and sky,

The God of ages praise !
Who reigns enthron'd on high,

Ancient of endless days;
Who lengthens out our crial here,

And spares us yet another year. 2 Barren and wither'd trees,

We cumber'd long the ground;
No fruit of holiness

On our dead fouls was found;
Yet doth he us in mercy spare,

Another, and another year.
3 When justice bar'd the sword,

To cut the fig-tree down;
The pity of our Lord,

Cry'd,“ Let it ftill alone;"
The Father mild inclines his ear;

And fpares us yet another year.

4 Jesus, thy speaking blood

From God obtain'a the grace,
Who therefore bath bestow'd

On us a longer pice :
Thou didit in our behalf appear,

And lo! we see another year!
Ś Then dis about our root,

Break up our fallow ground,
And let our gracious fuit,

To thy great praise abound;
O let us all thy Fraile deciare,
And fruit un to perfection bear:

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HYMN CCXXXI.
Sise to the great Jehovah's praise ;

Alloraise to hiin belongsi
Who kindly lengthens out our days,

Demands our choicest songs,
Whose providence has brought us thro'

Anot er various years
We all with vo vs and anthems new

Before oui God appear.
2 Father, thy mercies past we own,

Thy it ill continu'd care,
To thee presenting, through thy Son,

Whate'er we have, or are ;
Our lips and lives shall gladly now

The wonders of thy love,
While on in Jesu's Heps we go

To see thy face above.
3 Our resilue of days or hours

Thine, wholly thine shall be,
And all our confecrated pow'rs
A facrifice to ghee.

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Till Jesus in the clouds appear

To raints on earth forgiv'n,
And bring the grand Sabbatic Year,

The Jubilee of heav'n.

GOOD-FRIDA Y.

HYMN CCXXXII. * Alas! and did my Saviour bleed ?

And did my Sov'reign die ?
Wou'd he devote that facred head

For such a worm as I?
2 Was it for crimes that I had done

He groan'd upon the tree ?
Amazing pity! grace unknown

And love beyond degree ! 3 Well might the fun in darkness hide,

And Saut his glories in;
When Christ the mighty Maker dy'd

For man, the creature's fin ! 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,

While his dear cross appears ;
Diffolve my heart in thankfulness,

And melt mine eyes to tears.
5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay

The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away,

'Tis all that I can do.

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