5 Grace! 'tis a sweet, a charming theme;
My thoughts rejoice at JESU's Name:
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound,
Ye heav'ns, reflect it to the ground.

6 O may I live to reach the place
Where He unveils His lovely face;
Where all His beauties you behold,
And sing His Name to harps of gold!

Hymn.

The Mission of Christ.

1 HARK the glad sound! the SAVIOUR comes!
The SAVIOUR promis'd long!
Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne,
And ev'ry voice a song.

2 On Him the SPIRIT largely pour'd
Exerts it's sacred fire;

Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
His holy breast inspire.

3 He comes, the pris'ners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;

The gates of brass before Him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

4 He comes, from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray,

And on the eye-balls of the blind
To pour celestial day.

5 He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,
And with the treasures of His grace
T'enrich the humble poor.

6 His silver trumpets publish loud
The jubilee of the LORD;
Our debts are all remitted now,
Our heritage restor❜d.

7 Our glad hosannas, PRINCE of PEACE,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heav'n's eternal arches ring
With Thy beloved Name.

Hymn.

Incarnation.

1 COME, Thou long-expected JESUS,
Born to set Thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in Thee.
Israel's strength and consolation,
Hope of all the saints Thou art;
Dear Desire of ev'ry nation,
Joy of ev'ry longing heart.

2 Born Thy people to deliver;
Born a Child, and yet a King;
Born to reign in us for ever,
Now Thy gracious kingdom bring:
By Thy own eternal SPIRIT,
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By Thine all-sufficient merit,

Raise us to Thy glorious throne.

Hymn.

Incarnation.

1 MORTALS, awake, with angels join
And chant the solemn lay;
Joy, love, and gratitude, combine
To hail th' auspicious day.

2 In heav'n the rapt'rous song began,
And sweet seraphic fire

Through all the shining regions ran,
And strung and tun'd the lyre.

3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew,
And loud the echo roll'd;

The theme, the song, the joy was new,
'Twas more than heav'n could hold.

4 Down through the portals of the sky
Th' impetuous torrent ran;
And angels flew with eager joy
To bear the news to man.

5 Hark! the cherubic armies shout,
And glory leads the song:
Good-will and peace are heard throughout
The harmonious heav'nly throng.

6 With joy the chorus we'll repeat,
"Glory to GOD on high!
"Good-will and peace are now complete,
"JESUS was born to die."

7 Hail, PRINCE of LIFE, for ever hail!
REDEEMER, BROTHER, FRIEND!
Though earth, and time, and life should fail,
Thy praise shall never end!

Hymn.

Incarnation.'

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 triumph of the skies; With the angelic host proclaim, "CHRIST is born in Bethlehem." 2 CHRIST, by highest heaven 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 men with men t' appear,

JESUS Our IMMANUEL here.

3 Hail, the heaven-born PRINCE OF PEACE! Hail, the SUN OF RIGHTEOUSNESS !

Light and life to all HE brings,
Risen 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;
Rise, the woman's conqu'ring seed,
Bruise in us the serpent's head:
Adam's likeness now efface,

Stamp Thine image in it's place ;
Second ADAM from above,

Re-instate us in Thy love.

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Hymn.

Incarnation.

ARISE, my soul, arise,

Thy SAVIOUR's sacrifice!

All the names that love could find,
All the forms that love could take,
JESUS in Himself hath join'd,

Thee, my soul, His own to make.

Equal with GOD Most High,
He laid His glory by;

He, th' eternal GOD, was born,

Man with men He deign'd t' appear, Object of His creature's scorn,

Pleas'd a servant's form to wear.

Hail! everlasting LORD,

. Divine, incarnate WORD! Thee let all my pow'rs confess;

Thee my latest breath proclaim:

Help, ye angel-choirs, to bless,

Shout the lov'd EMMANUEL'S Name!

Fruit of a virgin's womb,

The promis'd Blessing's come; CHRIST, the fathers' hope of old, CHRIST, the woman's conq'ring Seed, CHRIST, the SAVIOUR long foretold, Born to bruise the Serpent's head.

He left His throne above,

Emptied of all but love:

Whom the heav'ns cannot contain,
GOD vouchsaf'd in flesh t' appear,

LORD of glory, SON of man,

Poor, and vile, and abject here.