2 [The Lord, the highest God,
Calls him his only Son:

He bids him rule the lands abroad,
And gives him David's throne..
3 O'er Jacob shall he reign,
With a peculiar sway;

The nations shall his grace obtain,
His kingdom ne'er decay.]

4 To bring the glorious news,
A heavenly form appears;
He tells the shepherds of their joys,
And banishes their fears.

5 "Go, humble swains," said he,
"To David's city fly;

"The promised Infant, born to-day,
"Does in a manger lie.

6" With looks and hearts serene, "Go visit Christ, your King:" -And straight a flaming troop was seen; The shepherds heard them sing :

o 7" Glory to God on high'

g

"And heavenly peace on earth;' "Good will to men, to angels joy, "At the Redeemer's birth.'

8 [In worship so divine,

Let saints employ their tongues;
With the celestial host we join,
And loud repeat their songs ;-
9" Glory to God on high!

"And heavenly peace on earth;
"Good will to men, to angels joy,
"At our Redeemer's birth."]

HYMN 4. Referred to 2d Psalm.

HYMN 5. C.M. Canterbury. Isle of Wight.[b] Submission to afflictive Providence. Job i. 21. '

1 NAKED, as from the earth we came,

And crept to life at first,

We to the earth return again,
And mingle with our dust.

e 2 The dear delights we here enjoy,

And fondly call our own;

Are but short favours borrowed now,
To be repaid anon.

-3 'Tis God, who lifts our comforts high,
Or sinks them in the grave;

He gives-and (blessed be his name!) pos
He takes but what he gave." Mark

a 4 Peace, all our angry passions, then,"
Let each rebellious sigh

Be silent at his sovereign will,
And every murmur die.

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o 5 If smiling mercy crown our lives,
Its praises shall be spread;
e And we'll adore the justice too,
That strikes our comforts dead.

HYMN 6. C. M.

Sunday. [1

Triumph over Death. Job xix. 25, 27.

e 1 G And nature must decay;

REAT God, Lown the sentence just,

p I yield my body to the dust,

To dwell with fellow clay.

-2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave, And trample on the tombs;

o My Jesus, my Redeemer, lives, My God, my Saviour comes.

o 3 The mighty Conqueror shall appear,
High on a royal seat;

And Death, the last of all his foes,
Lie vanquished at his feet.

e 4 Though greedy worms devour my skin,
And gnaw my wasting flesh;
-When God shall build my bones again,
He'll clothe them all afresh.

o 5 Then shall I see thy lovely face,
With strong, immortal eyes;

And feast upon thy unknown grace,
With pleasure and surprise.]

HYMN 7. C. M.

Sunday. [*]]

Invitation of the Gospel. Isa. Iv. 1, 2, &c

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ET every mortal ear attend,
And every heart rejoice!

The trumpet of the gospel sounds,
With an inviting voice:

o 2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls,
Who feed upon the wind,-

e And vainly strive, with earthly toys, To fill an empty mind:

o 3 Eternal wisdom has prepared
A soul-reviving feast;

And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

o 4 Ho! ye who pant for living streams,
And pine away, and die;

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o Here you may quench your raging thirst, With springs that never dry.

o 5 Rivers of love, and mercy here,
In a rich ocean jcin;
Salvation, in abundance, flows,
Like floods of milk and wine.
d 6 (Ye perishing and naked poor,
Who work with mighty pain,
To weave a garment of your own,
That will not hide your sin;-
7 Come naked-and adorn your souls
In robes prepared by God;
Wrought by the labours of his Son,
And dyed in his own blood.)

e 8 (Dear God! the treasures of thy love
Are everlasting mines;

Deep as our helpless miseries are,
And boundless as our sins!)

9 The happy gates of gospel grace
Stand open night and day:

Lord, we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.

HYMN 8. C. M.

Mear. [*]

The Safety of the Church. Isa. xxvi. 1, 6.

OW honourable is the place,

HOW

Where we adoring stand;

Zion, the glory of the earth,

And beauty of the land!

a 2 Bulwarks of mighty grace defend

The city where we dwell;

The walls, of strong salvation made,
Defy th' assaults of hell.

83 Lift up the everlasting gates,
The doors wide open fling;

d Enter, ye nations, that obey The statutes of our King,

o 4 Here shall you taste unmingled joys,
And live in perfect peace;

You who have known Jehovah's name,
And ventured on his grace,

o 5 Trust in the Lord, forever trust,
And banish all your fears:

Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells,
Eternal as his

years.

d 6 What though the rebels dwell on high?
His arm shall bring them low:
Low as the caverns of the grave,
Their lofty heads shall bow.

7 On Babylon our feet shall tread,
In that rejoicing hour;

The ruins of her walls shall spread
A pavement for the poor.]

HYMN 9. C. M.

Proffered Grace. Isa. lv. 1, 2;

Zion. [*]

Zech. xiii. 1; Mic.

vii. 19; Ezek. xxxvi. 25, &c. N vain we lavish out our lives, eTo gather empty wind;

The choicest blessings earth can yield,
Will starve a hungry mind,

o 2 Come-and the Lord shall feed our souls
With more substantial meat;

With such as saints in glory love,

With such as angels eat.

-3 Our God will every want supply,
And fill our hearts with peace;
He gives, by covenant and by oath,
The riches of his grace.

o 4 Come, and he'll cleanse our spotted souls,
And wash away our stains-

e In the dear fountain, that his Son-
Poured from his dying veins.

5 [Our guilt shall vanish all away,
Though black as hell before;

Our sins shall sink beneath the sea,

And shall be found no more. »

6 And lest pollution should o'erspread
Our inward powers again,

His Spirit shall bedew our souls
Like purifying rain.]yma

d 7 Our heart, that flinty, stubborn thing,
That terrors cannot move,

That fears no threatenings of his wrath
Shall be dissolved by love!

-8 Or he can take the flint away,

That would

And, from the

notures of his grace,
refined;

Bestow a softer mind.

9 There shall his sacred Spirit dwell,
And deep engrave his law;
And every motion of our souls

To swift obedience draw.

o 10 Thus will he pour salvation down, And we shall render praise;

d We-the dear people of his love, And He-our God of grace.

HYMN 10. S. M. Newton. St. Thomas's.[*] The Blessedness of Gospel Times. Isa. v. 2, 7,8 9, 10; Matt. xiii. 16, 17.

HOW beauteous are their feet,

Who stand on Zion's hill!

Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!

b 2 How charming is their voice!
How sweet the tidings are!
“Zion, behold thy Saviour-King,
"He reigns and triumphs here

o 3 How happy are our ears,

That hear this joyful sound!-Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought but never found!

4 How blessed are our eyes, That see this heavenly light! e Prophets and kings desired it long, But died without the sight!

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