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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,

Rule in all our hearts alone; By thine all-sufficient merit,

Raise us to thy glorious tbrone. 75 wawwwww

JOY to the world, the Lord is come!

Let earth receive her king :
Let every heart prepare him room,

And heaven and nature sing.
Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns!

Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, and hills and plains

Repeat the sounding joy.
No more let sins and sorrows grow,

Nor thorns infest the ground:
He comes to make his blessings flow

Far as the curse is found.
He rules the world with truth and peace,

And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,

And wonders of his love. 76

Warwick. HARK, the glad sound, Messiah comes !

The Saviour promis'd long,

Let every heart prepare a throne,

And every voice a song.
He comes the pris'ners to release,

In satan's bondage held,
The gates of brass before him burst,

The iron fetters yield.
He comes the broken heart to bind,

The bleeding soul to cure;
And with his righteousness and blood,

T'enrich the humble poor.
Our glad hosannas,Prince of peace,

Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heavens eternal arch shall ring,

With thy beloved name. 77

Nativáty. HARK! the berald angels sing, Glory to the new born king ! Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconcil'd. Joyful all ye nations rise, Join the triumphs of the skies; With the heavenly host proclaim Cbrist is born in Bethlehem, Christ, by highest heavens ador'd, Christ, the everlasting Lord ; Late in time behold bim come, Offspring of a virgin's womb.

Mild, he lays his glory by,
Born, that man no more may die,
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Come, desire of nations, come,
Fix in us thy humble home;
Thou, the woman's conquering seed,
Bruise in us the serpent's head.
Adam's likeness now efface,
Stamp thine image in its place ;
Second Adam, from above,
Form our souls in faith and love,


Irish. MORTALS, awake, with angels join,

And chant the solemn lay;
Joy, love, and gratitude combine

To hail th' auspicious day.
In heaven the rapturous song began,

While sweet seraphic fire
Through all the shining legions ran,

And tun’d the golden lyre.
Swift thro’ the vast expanse it few,

And loud the echo roll'd;
The theme, the song, the joy was new,
¡ 'Twas more than heaven could hold.
Down through the portals of the sky,

Th' impetuous torrent ran ;

And angels flew with eager joy,

To bear the news to man.
Hark! the cherubic armies shout,

And glory leads the song ;
Good-will and peace are heard throughout

Th’ harmonious heavenly throng. Hail ! Prince of life, for ever hail !

Redeemer, brother, friend ! Though earth, and time, and life should fail,

Thy praise shall never end. 79

Bath Chapel. THE true Messiah now appears,

The types are all withdrawn;
So fly the shadows and the stars

Before the rising dawn.
No smoking sweets, nor bleeding lambs,

Nor kid nor bullock slain ;
Incense and spice of costly names

Would all be burnt in vain.
Aaron must lay his robes away,

His mitre and his vest,
When God himself comes down to be

The offering and the priest.
He took our mortal flesh, to shew

The wonders of bis love e ;
For us he paid bis life below,

And prays for us above.


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“ Father," he cries, " forgive their sins,

For I myself have died;"
And then he shews his opén'd veins,

And pleads his wounded side.

THE Lord is come, the heavens proclaim
His birth, the nations learn bis name,
An unknown star directs the road
Of eastern sages to their God.
All ye bright armies of the skies,
Go worship where the Saviour lies:
Angels and kings before him bow,
Those gods on high, and gods below.
Let idols totter to the ground,
And their own worshippers confound;
But Judah shout, but Zion sing,
And earth confess her sovereign King.

Easter. *HE dies, the Friend of sinners dies !

Lo, Salem's daughters weep around; A solemn darkness veils the skies;

A sudden trembling shakes the ground. Come saints and drop a tear or two

For him, who groan'd beneath your load; He shed a thousand drops for you,

A thousand drops of richer blood.

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