Imágenes de páginas

4 When, worn by toil, their spirits fail,

Bid them the glorious future hail ;
Bid them the crown of life survey,

And onward urge their conqu’ring way. 5 So o'er the Indian's gloomy night,

Truth shall diffuse her radiant light,
And mild religion's power controul
The stormy passions of his soul.


Revelation i, 7. (P. M.) 1 LO! he comes, with clouds descending,

Once for favor'd sinners slain ! Thousand, thousand, saints attending, Swell the triumph of his train :

Jesus now shall ever reign !
2 Ev'ry eye shall now behold him,

Rob'd in dreadful majesty :
Those who set at nought and sold him,
Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree,

Deeply wailing,
Shall the great Messiah see !
3 Ev'ry island, sea, and mountain,

Heav'n and earth shall flee away ;
All who hate him must, confounded,
Hear the trump proclaim the day ;

“Come to judgment!
Come to judgment, come away!"

4 Yea, amen! let all adore thee,

High on thy eternal throne,
Saviour! take the pow'r and glory,
Claim the kingdom for thy own:

Oh! come quickly,
Hallelujah! come, Lord, come!


Luke ii, 11. (7's. double.)
1 HARK! the herald 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 th' angelic host proclaim,

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

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

Jesus, our Immanuel, here.
3 Hail, the heav'n-born Prince of

Hail, the Sun of righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Ris'n with healing in his wings.


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.
4 Come, desire of nations, come!

Fix in us thy humble home;
Raise 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,
Reinstate us in thy love.


Matthew ii, 2. (7's.)
1 SONS of men, behold from far,

Hail the long expected star ;
Jacob's star that gilds the night,

Guides bewilder'd nature right. 2 Mild it shines on all beneath,

Piercing through the shades of death ;
Scatt'ring error's wide-spread night,

Kindling darkness into light. 3 Nations all, remote and near, Haste to see your


appear ; Haste for him your hearts prepare ;

Meet him manifested there.
4 Sing ye morning stars again,

God descends to dwell with men;
Deigns for man his life t' employ;
Shout, ye sons of God, for joy.


Isaiah ix, 6. (P. M.) 1 HIS kingdom comes, ye saints rejoice, Let earth and heav'n unite their voice,

To swell the lofty strain :
Proclaim the joyful news abroad,
The mighty King ! the glorious God!

He comes on earth to reign. 2 High o'er the pomp of worldly state, On chosen Zion's lofty seat,

Jehovah sets his throne:
Now shall the lands confess his pow'r,
And all the earth his name adore,

And serve the Lord alone.
3 Before the terrors of his face
Let mortal man his pride abase,

And ev'ry idol fall :
Prostrate be ev'ry haughty foe,
The pomp and pow'r of earth lie low,

That God be all in all.


Isaiah ix, 2–8. (c.m.)

1 THE race that long in darkness pin'd,

Have seen a glorious light:
The people dwell in day, who dwelt

In death's surrounding night.

2 To hail thy rise, thou better sun,

The gath'ring nations come,
Joyous, as when the


The harvest treasures home.
3 To us a child of hope is born,

To us a son is giv'n:
Him shall the tribes of earth obey,

Him all the hosts of heav'n. 4 His name shall be the Prince of Peace,

For evermore ador'd:
The Wonderful—the Counsellor,

The great and mighty Lord. 96

Philippians i, 21. (7's. double.)
1 OBJECT of my first desire,

Jesus, crucified for me!
All to happiness aspire,

Only to be found in thee:
Thee to praise and thee to know,
Constitute our bliss below:
Thee to see, and thee to love,

Constitute our bliss above.
2 Lord, it is not life to live,

If thy presence thou deny,
Lord, if thou thy presence give,

'Tis no longer death to die :
Source and giver of repose,
Singly from thy smile it flows;
Peace and happiness are thine,
Mine they are, if thou art mine!

« AnteriorContinuar »