Christ is born; the great Anointed! Heaven and earth His glory sing! Glad receive Whom God appointed For your Prophet, Priest, and King. Hallelujah!

Hasten, mortals, to adore Him;

Learn His Name, and taste His joy, Till in heaven you sing before Him, Glory be to God most high. Hallelujah!"

Let us learn the wondrous story
Of our great Redeemer's birth,
Spread the brightness of His glory,
Till it cover all the earth.

Hallelujah!

"COME OVER AND HELP US."

HARK! what mean those lamentations, Rolling sadly through the sky? 'Tis the cry of heathen nations— "Come and help us, or we die."

Lost and helpless and desponding,
Wrapt in error's night they lie;
To their cries your hearts responding,
Haste to help them ere they die.

Hark! again those lamentations
Rolling sadly through the sky,
Louder cry the heathen nations-
"Come and help us, or we die."

Hear the heathen's sad complaining; Christians, hear their dying cry; And the love of Christ constraining, Join to help them ere they die.

HYMN AFTER SERMON.

ALMIGHTY GOD, Thy word is cast
Like seed into the ground;
Oh may it grow in humble hearts,
And righteous fruits abound.

Let not the foe of Christ and man
This holy seed remove,
But give it root in praying souls
To bring forth fruits of love.

Let not the world's deceitful cares
The rising plant destroy ;
But may it, in converted minds,
Produce the fruits of joy.

Let not Thy word, so kindly sent
To raise us to Thy throne,
Return to Thee, and sadly tell

That we reject Thy Son.

Great God, come down, and on Thy word

Thy mighty power bestow,

That all who hear the joyful sound
Thy saving grace may know.

MISSIONARY HYMN.

CHRISTIANS, the glorious hope ye know,
Which soothes the heart in every woe,
While heathens helpless, hopeless, lie,
No ray of glory charms their eye.
O give to their desiring sight

The hope that Jesus brought to light.

Christians, ye taste the heavenly grace
Which cheers believers in their race;
Uncheered by grace, through heathen gloom,
Millions of souls haste to the tomb;
To heathen lands that grace convey,
Which trains the soul for endless day.

Christians, ye prize that precious blood,
In which the soul is cleansed for God;
Millions of souls in darkness dwell,
Uncleansed from sin, exposed to hell.
O strive that heathens soon may view
That precious blood which cleanseth you.

JOHN CENNICK.

JOHN CENNICK was born at Reading, Berkshire, in the year 1717. From a youth spent in frivolity, he was at the age of fifteen impressed with serious convictions; at the end of two years he experienced peace in the Saviour. He became acquainted with Wesley and Whitefield, and preached in the Methodist connection. When Wesley and Whitefield separated, he joined the latter. In 1745 he attached himself to the Moravians or United Brethren. During his original connection he had ministered at Kingswood, Bristol. On joining the Moravians, he made a tour in Germany, in order fully to acquaint himself with their doctrines. He subse quently ministered in Dublin and in the north of Ireland. He died while on a visit to London, on the 4th July, 1755. His remains were interred in the Moravian Cemetery, Chelsea. Cennick published (1741 -44) "Sacred Hymns for the Children of God," and in 1743-44. “Sacred Hymns for the use of Religious Societies." In 1752, an enlarged edition was published, containing The Judgment Hymn, respecting which see article "CHARLES WESLEY." In 1754, he published a volume of hymns for children, of which no copy is known to exist. In the Moravian collection (1789), several hymns, not in his published works, were printed from his MSS.

REJOICING IN HOPE OF HEAVEN.

CHILDREN of the heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in His works and ways.

We are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.

O ye banish'd seed be glad,
Christ our advocate is made!
Us to save, our flesh assumes;
Brother to our souls becomes!

Shout, ye little flock and blest,
Ye on Jesu's throne shall rest;
There your seat is now prepared,
There your kingdom and reward.

Fear not, brethren, joyful stand
On the borders of your land;
Jesus Christ, your Father's Son,
Bids you undismay'd go on.

Lord, obediently we go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only Thou our Leader be,

And we still will follow Thee.

MELCHISEDEC A TYPE OF CHRIST.

THOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb,

I love to hear of Thee;

No music like Thy charming name,

Is half so sweet to me.

O let me ever hear Thy voice;
In mercy to me speak;
And in my Priest will I rejoice,
My great Melchisedec!

My Jesus shall be still my theme,
While in this world I stay;
I'll sing my Jesu's lovely name,
When all things else decay.

When I appear in yonder cloud
With all Thy favour'd throng,

Then will I sing more sweet, more loud,
And Christ shall be my song.

FOLLOWING CHRIST.

JESUS, my All, to heaven is gone,
He that I placed my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way, till Him I view.

The way the holy prophets went,
The road that leads from banishment,

The King's highway of holiness

I'll go, for all the paths are peace.

No stranger may proceed therein,
No lover of the world, and sin;
No lion, no devouring care,
No ravenous tiger, shall be there;

No; nothing may go up thereon,
But travelling souls, and I am one;
Wayfaring men to Canaan bound,
Shall only in the way be found.

Nor fools, by carnal men esteem'd,
Shall e'er therein; but they redeem'd
In Jesu's blood, shall show their right
To travel there, till heaven's in sight.

This is the way I long have sought,
And mourn'd, because I found it not;
My grief, my burden, long have been,
Because I could not cease from sin.

The more I strove against its pow'r,
I sinn'd and stumbled but the more;
Till late I heard my Saviour say,
"Come hither, soul, for I'm the Way."

Lo! glad I come, and Thou, dear Lamb,
Shalt take me to Thee, as I am;
Nothing but sin I Thee can give,
Yet help me, and Thy praise I'll live.

I'll tell to all poor sinners round,
What a dear Saviour I have found;
I'll point to Thy redeeming blood,
And say, Behold the way to God.

CHRIST IS COME.

A GOOD High-Priest is come,
Supplying Aaron's place,
And taking up his Room,
Dispensing life and grace:

The law by Aaron's priesthood came,
But grace and truth by Jesu's name.