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2 Did archangels sing thy coming ?

Did the shepherds learn their lays ?
Shame would cover me, ungrateful,

Should my tongue refuse to praise.
3 From the highest throne in glory

To the cross of deepest woe,
All to ransom guilty captives !

Flow, my praise, forever flow.
4 Re-ascend, immortal Saviour !

Leave thy footstool, take thy throne:
Thence return, and reign for ever ;

Be the kingdom all thine own.

169.

They fell down and worshiped."

MONTGOMERY

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NGELS! from the realms of glory,

Ye, who sang creation's story,
Now proclaim Messiah's birth :

ll: Come, and worship :// -

Worship Christ, the new-born King.
2 Shepherds ! in the field abiding,

Watching o'er your flocks by night,-
God with man is now residing ;
Yonder shines the infant-light:

li: Come, and worship ://
Worship Christ, the new-born King.
3 Sages, leave your contemplations,

Brighter visions beam afar;
Seek the great Desire of nations ;
Ye have seen his natal star:

11: Come, and worship ://

Worship Christ, the new-born King.
4 Saints ! before the altar bending,

Watching long in hope and fear,-
Suddenly the Lord, descending,

In his temple shall appear :

ll; Come, and worship :llWorship Christ, the new-born King.

CLARENDON. C. M.

Isaac TUCKER.

170.
Isaiah 9:6, 7.

J. MORRISON.
TOT
10 us a Child of hope is born,

To us a Son is given ;
Him shall the tribes of earth obey,

Him all the hosts of heaven.
2 His name shall be the Prince of Peace,

For evermore adored ;
The Wonderful, the Counselor,

The great and mighty Lord !
3 His power, increasing, still shall spread;

His reign no end shall know:
Justice shall guard his throne above,

And peace abound below. 171.

Good tidings of great joy." DODDRIDGE.

HARE the clar promised thenga viour comes,

The Saviour long ;
Let every heart prepare a throne,

And every voice a song.
2 He comes, the prisoner to release,

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

The iron fetters yield.
3 He comes, from thickest films of vice

To clear the mental ray,
And on the eyes long closed in night

To pour celestial day.

4 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,

Thy welcome shall proclaim,
And heaven's eternal arches ring

With thy beloved name.
ANTIOCH. C. M.

Arr. from HANDEL.

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172.
Ps. 98.

Watts.
OY to the world! the Lord is come!
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Let every heart prepare him room,

And heaven and nature sing.
2 Joy to the world! the Saviour reigns !

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

Repeat the sounding joy.
3 No more let sin and sorrow grow,

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

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

And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,

And wonders of his love.

ORTONVILLE. C. M,

T. HASTINGS.

173.

Chiefest among ten thousand.

S. STENNETI.

Upon the Saviour's brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,

His lips with grace o'erflow.
2 No mortal can with him compare,

Among the sons of men ;
Fairer is he than all the fair

That fill the heavenly train.
3 He saw me plunged in deep distress,

He flew to my relief ;
For me he bore the shameful cross,

And carried all my grief.
4 To him I owe my life and breath,

And all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death,

He saves me from the grave.
5 To heaven, the place of his abode,

He brings my weary feet,
Shows me the glories of my God,

And makes my joy complete.
6 Since from his bounty I receive

Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,

Lord! they should all be thine.

174.

Who went about doing good."

W. ENFIELD.

,

Appears each grace divine ;
The virtues, all in Jesus met,

With mildest radiance shine.
2 To spread the rays of heavenly light,

To give the mourner joy,
To preach glad tidings to the poor,

Was his divine employ.
3 'Mid keen reproach, and cruel scorn,

Patient and meek he stood ;
His foes, ungrateful, sought his life;

He labored for their good.
4 In the last hour of deep distress,

Before his Father's throne,
With soul resigned, he bowed, and said,

Thy will, not mine, be done!”
5 Be Christ our pattern and our guide ;

His image may we bear;
Oh, may we tread his holy steps,

His joy and glory share!
175.
Matt. 11 : 4-h.

T. T. LYNCH.

sea ?

Oh, where is he that spake,
And lepers from their pains are free,

And slaves their fetters break?
2 The lame and palsied freely rise,

With joy the dumb do sing ;
And, on the darkened, blinded eyes,

Glad beams of morning spring!
3 Oh, where is he that trod the sea ?

Oh, where is he that spake,
And demons from their victims flee,

The dead from slumber wake?
4 Here, here art thou, almighty Lord !

Oh, speak to us once more,
And let thy healing, quickening word,

Our ruined souls restore !

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