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1 Sons of men, behold from far,

Hail the long expected star;
Jacob's star, that gilds the night,
Guides bewilder'd nature right.
2 Mild it shines on all beneath,

Piercing through the shades of death ;
Scattering error's wide-spread night,

Kindling darkness into light. 3 Nations all, remote and near,

Haste to see your God appear;
Haste, for Him your hearts prepare,
Meet Him manifested there.
4 Sing, ye morning stars, again,
God descends to dwell with men;
Deigns for man His life to employ ;
Shout, ye sons of God, for joy!

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1 How beauteous are their feet

Who stand on Sion's hill; Who bring Salvation on their tongues,

And words of peace reveal !

2 How happy are our ears,

That hear the joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,

And sought, but never found ! 3 How blessed are our eyes,

That see this heavenly light ! Prophets and kings desir'd it long,

But died without the sight. 4 The Lord makes known His name,

Through all the earth abroad; Let every nation now behold

Their Saviour and their God.

Lent.
47. God's invitation to sinners. c. M.
1 Let us adore the grace that seeks

To draw our hearts above;
For, lo! the great Jehovah speaks,

And every word is love. 2 Though, fill’d with awe, before His thronę

Each angel veils his face,
He claims a people for His own

Among our sinful race.
3“Repent and live;—no more pursue

“ The paths that lead to death :
“Look unto Him, who died for you,

“Look, and be sav'd through faith !"

4 Lord, speak these words to every heart

With thine all-powerful voice; That we may now from sin depart,

And make thy love our choice. 5 Among thy happy ransom'd race,

O may we all be found,
The praises of redeeming grace

For ever to resound!

48. Sinners supplicating mercy and grace. L. M,

1 0 LORD! how merciful art Thou !

Although of sinners we are chief,
Prostrate before thy throne we bow,

In humble hope to find relief.
2 Our Saviour! why should we despair,

Since for the vilest Thou didst die? Wilt Thou not hear the sinner's prayer?

Wilt thou not hear his secret sigh? 3 Cleanse Thou the thoughts of every heart,

Help us to live to Thee alone;
Thy gracious Spirit now impart,

And take away the heart of stone. 4 Keep us from every evil way,

Preserve us from the sinner's doom ; Guard and protect us day by day,

And save us from the wrath to come.

5 And when our spirits take their flight,

O! guide them to the realms above, To dwell among thy saints in light,

Where all is joy, and peace, and love. 49. For diligence to make our calling and election

sure. (4. 8. & 2. 6.)
10 God! thy saving grace impart:
And deeply on each thoughtful heart

Eternal things impress;
Give us to feel their solemn weight,
To tremble at our guilty state,

And wake to righteousness.
2 Before us place, in dread array,
The scene of that tremendous day,

When Thou with clouds shalt come; 0! may we now ourselves prepare To stand before thine awful bar,

And hear our endless doom.
3 Be this our one great object here,
With godly jealousy and fear,

To make our calling sure,
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,
To suffer all thy righteous will, .

And to the end endure.
4 Then, gracious Lord, our souls receive,
Transported from this world, to live

And reign with Thee above; Where faith is lost in perfect sight, And hope in full supreme delight,

And everlasting love.

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1 Go to dark Gethsemane,

Ye that feel the tempter's power;
Your Redeemer's conflict see;

Watch with Him one bitter hour :
Turn not from His griefs away;

Learn from Him to watch and pray. 2 See Him at the judgment-hall,

Beaten, bound, revil'd, arraign'd:
See Him meekly bearing all !

Love to man His soul sustain'd!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss,
Learn of Christ to bear the cross.
3 Calvary's mournful mountain view,

There the Lord of Glory see,
Made a sacrifice for you,

Dying on the accursed tree : “ It is finish'd,” hear Him cry;

Trust in Christ, and learn to die. 4 Early to the tomb repair,

Where they laid His breathless clay; Angels kept their vigils there:

Who hath taken Him away? “ Christ is risen !” He seeks the skies;

Saviour! teach us so to rise.

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