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3 His hand no tounder bears,

No terror clothes his brow;
No bolts to drive our guilty souls

To fiercer flames below.
4 'Twas mercy filled the throne,

No wrath'stood frowning by,
When Christ was sent with pardon down

To rebels doomed to die.
5 Now sinners dry your tears;

Let hopeless sorrow cease; Bow to the sceptre of his love, And take the offer'd peace.

(99.) C. M. 107.

Christ comes to destroy sin. \ JOY to the world; the Lord is come!

Let earth receive her King: Let ev'ry heart prepare him room,

And heaven and nature sing.
2 Joy to the earth; the Saviour reigns,

Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plain ,

Repeat the sounding joy.
3 No more let sins and sorrows grow,

Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make his blessings flow

Far as the curse is found.
He rules the world with truth and grace,

And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.


C. M. 108. The divine glory and goodness in the

mission of Christ.
HIGH let us swell our tuneful notes,

And join th' angelic throng;
For angels no such love have known,

Tawake a cheerful song.

2 Good will to guilty men is shown,

And peace on earth is giv’n;
For, lo! th' incarnate Saviour comes,

With messages from heav'n.
3 Justice and grace, with sweet accord,

His rising beams adorn:
Let heav'n and earth in concert joiu,

Now such a child is born.
4 Glory to God, in highest strains,

In highest worlds be paid !
His glory by our lips proclaim'd,

And by our lives display'd!
5 When shall we reach those blissful realms,

Where Christ exalted reigns, And learn of the celestial choir

Their own immortal strains? 109. God sent his Son not to condemn bui samo

L. M. (101.)

the world. 1 PRAISE ye the Lord, who reigns above,

Fix'd on his throne of truth and love: Behold the finger of his pow'r

Contemplate, wonder, and adore.
2 When man, debas'd and guilty man,

From crime to crime with madness ran;
Well might his arm its thunders launch,

And blast th’ungrateful, root and branch. 3 But clemency with justice strove,

To save the people of his love.
“ Go, my beloved Son!” he cried,

“ Be thou their Saviour, thou their guide.' À The eastern star with glory streans;

It comes, with healing on its beams.
Dark mists of error flee away,
And Judah hails the rising day.

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5 His sacred memory we bless,

Whose holy gospel we profess;
And praise that great almighty name,
From whom such light and favour came.

P. M. 110.

Praise for the mission of Jerue.
· GIVE thanks to God most high,

The universal Lord,
T'he sov'reign King of kings;
And be his grace ador’d.

His pow'r and grace
Are still the same;
And let his name

Have endless praise. 2 He saw the nations lie

All perishing in sin,
And pitied the sad state
The ruin'd world was in,

Thy mercy, Lord,
Shall still endure;
And ever sure

Abides thy word.

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3 He sent his only Son

To save us from our wo,
From Satan, sin, and death,
And ev'ry hurtful foe.

His pow'r and grace
Are still the same;
And let his name

Have endless praise. 4 Give thanks aloud to God,

To God the heav'nly Kingi
And let the spacious earth
His works and glories sing.

Thy mercy, Lord,
Shall still endure;
And ever sure
Abides thy word.


L. M. 'Msong shall bless the Lord of all,

My praise shall climb to his abode; Thee, Saviour, by that name I call,

The great Supreme, the mighty God.
2 Without beginning or decline,

Object of faith, and not of sense;
Eternal ages saw him shine,

He shines eternal ages hence.
3 As much, when in the manger laid,

Almighty ruler of the sky,
As when the six days' work he made

Fill'd all the morning-stars with joy. $ Of all the crowns Jehovah bears,

Salvation is the dearest claim:
That gracious sound well pleas'd he hears,

And owns Emmanuel for his name. 3 A cheerful confidence I feel,

My well-plac'd hopes with joy I see:
My bosom glows with heavenly zeal
To worship him who died for me.

S. M.
112. The Birth of Christ. Heb. ii. 16.
1 YE saints, proclaim abroad

The honours of your king; To Jesus your incarnate God,

Your songs of praises sing. 2 Not angels round the throne

Of majesty above,
Are half so much oblig'd as we,

To our Immanuel's love. 3 They never sunk so low,

They are not rais'd so high;
They never knew such depths of wo;
Such heights of majesty

4 The Saviour did not join

Their nature to his own;
For them he shed no blood divine,

Nor breath'd a single groan. 5 May we with angels vie,

'The Saviour to adore; Our debts are greater far than theirs, O be our praises more!

P. M. 113.

Praise to the Saviour. BRIGHTEST, and best of the sons of the

morning! Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid! Star of the East, the horizon adorning,

Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! 2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining,

Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall. Angels adore him in slumber reclining,

Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all! 3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion,

Odours of Edom and offerings divine? Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,

Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine? 4 Vainly we offer each ample cblation;

Vainly with gifts would his favour secure: Richer by far is the heart's adoration;

Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!

Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid! Star of the Fast, the horizon adorning,

Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid!


(128.) L. M. 114. The life of Christ

, a pattern for Christiana. MY dear Redeemer, and my Lord! I read my duty in thy word:

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