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Jesus, thou source of all my joys,
How could I bear to hear thy voice,
The thunder of that awful word,
'Twould tear my soul asunder Lord,
What, to be banish'd from my Lord,
To linger in eternal pain,
O wretched state of deep despair,
And fix my doleful station where
Y God, the spring of all my joys,
M The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days,
3. In darkest shades, if thou appear,
S The op'ning heavens around me shine
4. My soul would leave this heavy clay,
s Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
O' old, O Lord, by cliff or stream, In glen or mount, thy name was prais'd, €reation's works the primal theme , , of shepherds, as to heaven they gaoA nobler song 'twas their's to raise, From Judah’s plains and Bathlehem’s hills— . The star prophetic meets their gaze Th? angelic shout their choros fills.
“Jesus the Son of God is born '''
A Saviour lives, to rule and bless— o To cheer the sainting and forlorn And lead in paths of righteousness.
4 That Christ is ours—his word our guide ; His bright example be our aim; * The life he lived, the death he died, Circle with grace the Christian name.
5 Not ours, our Heavenly Father's will, Dimly to read in nature's frame—
* Not ours to worship on the hill, Or in the vale, by cliff or stream.
6 The Word Divine to us is given—
7 Teach us in mutual love to live,
8 Aid us at last—our duty done—
H ARK' hark —the notes of joy
2 Hark! hark! the sounds draw high,
He comes to bless our fallen race;
He comes with messages of grace
3 Bear, bear the tidings round;
What pity he can show; § Ye winds that blow, ye waves that rohl, Bear the glad news from pole to pole
4 Strike, strike the harps again,
ASCRIPTIONS & BENEDICTIONS.
ROM all that dwell below the skies,
shore, Till sun shall rise and set no more,