HYMN 165. 11s and 12s.

CHORUS.

Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing,
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King.

ION! the marvelous story be telling,

his birth! The brightest archangel in glory excelling,

He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns upon earth.

CHORUS.

Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing,
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King.

Tell how he cometh from nation to nation, The heart-cheering news let the earth echo round;

How free to the faithful he offers salvation,
How his people with joy everlasting are crown'd.

CHORUS.

Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing,
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King;

3 Mortals! your homage be gratefully bringing, And sweet let the gladsome hosannahs arise; Ye angels! the full hallelujah be singing,

One chorus resound through the earth and the skies.

CRORUS.

Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing,
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King.

HIT

HYMN 166. 11s.

ITHER ye faithful, haste with songs of triumph;

To Bethlehem go, the Lord of life to meet; To you, this day, is born a Prince and Saviour, and let us worship at his feet.

Oh come,

2 Oh Jesus! for such wondrous condescension, Our praise and our reverence are an offering meet;

Now is the word made flesh, and dwells among us,
Oh come, and let us worship at his feet.

3 Shout his almighty name, ye choirs of angels,
Let the celestial courts his praise repeat;
Unto our God be glory in the highest,
Oh come, and let us worship at his feet.

Bab. Captivity. HYMN 167. 4 10s.

ISE, crown'd with light, imperial Salem rise! eyes! See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee in a flood of day!

2 See a long race thy spacious courts adorn,
See future sons and daughters yet unborn,
In crowding ranks on every side arise,
Demanding life, impatient for the skies!

3 See barb'rous nations at thy gates attend,
Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend!
See thy bright altars throng'd with prostrate kings,
While every land its joyous tribute brings!

4 The seas shall waste, the skies to smoke decay, Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away; But fix'd his word, his saving power remains; Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiah reigns.

HYMN 168.

HOW charming, O how charming,

Is the radiant band of music, music, music, music,

O how charming is the radiant band Of music playing through the air: Angelic armies tune their harps. Angelic armies tune their harps, Enraptured spirits play their parts, Angelic armies tune their harps,

Shout, shout, the great Messiah's come to reign. 2 Gabriel descending, Gabriel descending, Brings the joyful news, O joyful, joyful, joyful, joyful,

Brings the joyful news of our Redeemer's birth,
The great Messiah's come to earth,
Good will to men I now proclaim,
Good will to men I now proclaim,
The Saviour's born in Bethlehem,
Good will to men I now proclain,

Shout, shout, the King of glory's come to reign. 3 See his star arising, see his star arising! In the eastern sky, now rising, rising, rising, rising,

See his star arising in the eastern sky,
The day-spring opening from on high,

The types and shadows flee away,
The types and shadows flee away,
And now begins the gospel day,
The types and shadows flee away,

Shout, shout, the King of glory's come to reign.

4 Shepherds adore him, wise men have found him,

Glory be to God, O glory, glory, glory, glory,
Wise men have found him by the rising star,
And come to worship from afar;
Their golden gifts they now present,
Their golden gifts they now present,
And spices of the sweetest scent,
Their golden gifts they now present,

Shout, shout, the King of glory's come to reign.

5 Jews and Gentiles join in concert,
To praise their infant King, O praise him, praise
him, praise him, praise him,

Jews and Gentiles praise their infant King,
And loud hosannahs sweetly sing;

With Gabriel and the shining host,

With Gabriel and the shining host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
With Gabriel and the shining host;

Shout, shout, the King of glory's come to reign.

THE RESURRECTION.

Carmarthen.

HYMN 169. 4 6s and 2 8s.

VES, the Redeemer rose;

YES

The Saviour left the dead!

And o'er our hellish foes

High raised his conq'ring head.
In wild dismay the guards around
Fall on the ground and sink away.
2 Lo! the angelic bands

In full assembly meet,
To wait his high commands,
And worship at his feet!

Joyful they come, and wing their way,
From realms of day, to Jesus' tomb.
3 Then back to heaven they fly,

The joyful news to bear:

Hark! as they soar on high,

What music fills the air!

Their anthems say, "Jesus who bled,
Hath left the dead: he rose to-day."

Portsmouth. HYMN 170. 4 6s and 2 8s.

AWAKE our drowsy souls

Shake off each slothful band;

The wonders of this day,

Our noblest songs demand, Auspicious morn! thy blissful rays, Bright seraphs hail in songs of praise.