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

A ;

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.

f

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 !