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12" Jesus, the God whom angels fear, CHRIST.

" Comes down to dwell with you;

To-day he makes his entrance here, HIS INCARNATION.

• But not as monarchs do.

3“No gold nor purple swaddling bands, HYMN 43. C. M. Medley.

“ Nor royal shining things; Exeter, Irish, Braintree.

“A manger fo“ his cradle stands, Incarnation of Christ.

“ And holds the king of kings. MORTALS, awake, with angels join, 4 "Go Shepherds, where the infant lies, Joy, jove, and gratitude combine

“ With tears of joy in all your eyes, To hail the auspicious day.

“Go, shepherds, kiss the Son." 2 In heaven the rapt'rous song began, 5 Thus Gabriel sang, and straight around And sweet seraphic fire

The heaven'y armies throng, Through all the shining legions ran, They tune their harps to lofty sound, And strung and tun'd the lyre.

And thus conclude the song: Swift through the vast expanse it flew, 6“ Glory to God that reigns above, And loud the echo rollid;

“Let peace surround the earth; The theme, the song, the joy was new,

"Mortals shall know their Maker's love 'Twas more than þeaven could hold.

At their Redeemer's birth.” 4 Down through the portals of the sky 7 Lord, and shall angels have their songs, Th’ impetuous torrent ran;

And men no tunes to raise ? And angels few with eager joy,

O may we lose our useless tongues To bear the news to man.

When they forget to praise. 5 Hark! the cherubic armies shout, 8 Glory to God that reigns above, And glory leads the song;

That pitied us forlorn, Good-will and peace are heard thro’out We join to sing our Maker's love, Th’ harmonious heavenly throng.

For there's a Saviour born.

HYMN 46. C. M. Patrick or Tate me
HYMN 44. L. M. J. C. W.

St. Martins, Missionary, Braintree.
Hotham, Bath-Abbey.

Nalivity of Christ.
Nativity of Christ. 1 HILE shepherds watch'd their
ARK! the herald-angels sing,

Hocks by night,
Glory to the new-born King:

All scated on the ground, 66 Peace on earth, and mercy mild, The angel of the Lord cime down, 66 God and sinners reconcil'd."

And glory shone around. 2 Joyful, all ye nations, rise,

2" Fear not,” said he (for mighty dread Join the triumphs of the skies ;

Had seiz'd their troubled mind,) With the angelic hosts proclaim,

“Glad tidings of great joy I bring " Christ is born in Bethlehem !",

" To you and all mankind. 3 Christ, by highest heaven ador'd, 3" To you, in David's town, this day Christ, the everlasting Lord;

“Is born, of David's Jine, Late in time behold him come,

"The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord, Offspring of a virgin's womb.

" And this shall be the sign : 4 Veil'd in flesh the Godhead see,

4" The heavenly Babe you

there shall Hail th' incarnate Deity!

“ To human view display'd; [tind Pleas'd as man with men tappear,

"All meanly wrapt in swathing-bands, Jesus, our Immanuel, here.

“Ar:l in a manger laid."

5 Thús spake the seraph, aud forthwith HYMN 45. CM. Watty's Lyrics. * Appear'd a shining throng Arundel, Cambridge, Parnia.

Of angels, praising God, and thus Nutivity of Chrit.

Address'd' their joyful song: 1“SHE

HEPHERDS! rejoice,lift up your 6“ All glory be to God on high!

And send your fears away; [eyes, * And to the earth be peace! “News from the regions of tlie skies, “Good will henceforth from heaven te “Salvation's born to-day. to-day

"Begin and never cease!" s SUPPLEMENT.

HYMN 47. 6's & 10's. Milion altercd. X HYMN 49. L. M. Steele.
Courtney, Auspicious Morn.

Eaton, Quercy, Portugal.
Angels proclaiming the birth of Christ,

Our Example

TO war nor battle's sound "Apois the gospel peace and love!
Was heard the world around,

Such let our conversation be ; No hostile chiefs to furious combat ran ;

The serpent blended with the dove, But peaceful was the night,

Wisdom and meek simplicity. In which the Prince of light 2 Whene'er the angry passions rise, His reign of peace upon the earth began. And tempt our thoughts or tongues to 2 The shepherds on the lawn,

To Jesus let us lift our eyes, (strise, Before the point dawn,

Bright pattern of the Christian life! In social circle sat, while all around 30, how benevolent and kind! The gentle fleecy brood,

How mild ! bow ready to forgive!
Or cropp'd the flow'ry food, [ground. Be this the temper of our mind,
Or slept, or sported on the verdant And these the rules by which we live.
3 When lo! with ravish'd ears, 4 Toʻdo his heavenly Father's will

Each swain delighted hears [hand; Was his employment and delight;
Sweet musick, offspring of no mortal Humility and holy zeal
Divinely warbled voice,

Shone through his life divinely bright!
Answ'ring the stringed noise,

5 Dispensing good where'er he came, With blissful rapture charm'l the The labours of his life were love; list’ning band.

0, if we love the Saviour's name, 4 Sounds of so sweet a tone

By his example let us move.
Before were never know.n, (sung,
But when of old the sons of morning SUFFERINGS AND DEATH.

While God dispos’d in air
Each constellation fair, [hung.

HYMN 50. L. M. Steele. b And the well balanc'd world on hinges

Carthage, Armley, Bath. 5 Hail, hail, auspicious morn! The Saviour Christ is born: [blime) | 1

A dying Saviour. (Such was th' immortal seraph's song su

TRETCH'D on the cross, the SaSTRET

viour dies : Glory to Gorl in heaven!

Hark! bis expiring groans arise ! To man sweet peace be given, [time! See, from bis hands, his feet, his side, Sweet peace and friendship to the end of Runs down the sacred crimson tide!

2 And didst thon bleed?--for sinners bleed? LIFE AND MINISTRY.

And could the sun behold the deed! IlYMN 49. C. M. Rippon': S lec. * And darkness veil'd the mourning day.

No! he withdrew bis sick’ning ray,
St. Asaphs, Irish, Hymn Second.
The Redeemer's message:

3 Can I survey this scene of wo, 1Η ARK, the glad sound, the Saviour And yet my heart unmov'd' remain,

Where mingling grief and wonder flow ; The Saviour promis'd long ! (comes, Insensible to love or pain? Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song.

4 Conie, dearest Lord! thy grace impart, 2 On him, the Spirit, largely pour’d, Til all its powers and passions more

To warm this cold, this stupid heart, Exerts his sacred fire; Wisdom and might, and zeal and love In melting grief and ardent love. His holy breast inspire.

Hymn 51. L. M. Dr. S. Stenpett. O 3 He comes, from thickest films of vice

Munich, Limehouse, German.
To clear the mental ray;

It is finish'd.
And, on the eyes oppress’ul with night, 3'TIS finish'd! so the Saviour cried,
To pour celestial day.

And meekly bow'd his head, and died : 4. Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, 'Tis finishd-yes, the race is run, Thy welcome shall proclaim;

The battle fought, the victory won. And heaven's eternal arches ring 12'Tis finish'd—all that Heaven decreed, With thy beloved name.

And all the ancient prophets said


Is now fulfill'd, as was design'd, Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er;
In me, the Saviour of mankind. Lo! he sets in biood no
3' [is finish'd—this my dying groan

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Shall sins of every kind atone: Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Millions shall be redeem'd from death, Death in vain förbids his rise,
By this my last expiring breath. Christ hath open'd paradise.
4 'Tis finish'd-Jeaven is reconcil'd, 4 Lives again our glorious King !
And all the powers of darkness spoil'd : " Where, O death! is now thy sting?:?
Peace, love, and happiness again Once he died, our souls to save ;
Return, and dwell with sinful men. " Where's thy victory, boasting grave?"

5 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven! RESURRECTION OF CHRIST.

Praise to thee by both be given !

Thee we greet triumphant now,
Hymn 52. H. M. Doddrilge. Hail! the resurrection--thou.

Bethesda, Portsmouth.
R«surrection of Christ.

HYMN 54. 7s. Gibbons.
ES! the Retleemner rose,

Harnpton, Finedon.
The Saviour left the deal,

The resurrection and ascension.
And o'er our hellish foes
High raisid his coqu’rin; head;


Death! yield up the mighty prey ; In will dismay Fall to the ground, See! he rises from the toinb, The guards around | And sink away. Glowing with immortal bioomn. 2 Lo! the angelic bands

Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! In full asseinbly meet,

? 'Tis the Saviour! angels, raise To wait his high commands, Fame's eterual trump of praise ! And worship at his feet,

Let the earth's remotest bound Joyful they come,

From realıns of day Hear the joy-inspiring sound. Hal. And wing their way To Jesus' tomb.

3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes ! 3. Then back to heaven they fly Now to glory see him rise, • The joyful news to bear ;

In long triumph, up the skyHark! as they soar on high, Up to waiting worlds on bigh. Hal.

What musick fills the air ! Their anthems say, "Hath left the dead; Praise, and sweep your golden lyres!

4 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs ! “ Jesus, who bled, He rose to-day.

Shout, () earth, in rapturous song, 4 Ye mortals ! catch the sound

Let the strains be sweet and strong! Hal.
Redeem'd by him from hell,
And send the echo round

The globe on which you dwell;
Transported, cry

"Hath left the dead, HYMN 55. L. M. Wesley's Coll. x " Jesus, who bled, No more to die."

Truro, Castle-Street, Nantwich. 5 All hail, triumphant Lord,

Christ's ascension.
Who sav'st us with thy blood !

UR Lord is risen from the dead
Wide be thy name ador'd,


Our Jesus is gone up on high : Thou rising, reigning God; The powers of hell are captive led With thee we rise, | And empires gain Dragy'd to the portals of the sky. With thee we reign, Beyond the skies.

2 There his triumphal chariot waits; HYMN 53. 7s. Rippon's Selection. *

And angels chant the solemn lay: Easter Hymn, Bath-Abies.

“ Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! The Resurrection.

46 Ye everlasting doors, give way!" CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day ! 3 Loose all your bars of massy light Raise your joys and triunphs hig!! He claims those mansions as his right Sing, ye heavens, and earth, reply. Receive the King of glory in. 2 Love's redeeming work is done-- 15 Who is the King of glory, who si Fought the fight, the battle wor; The Lur?, that all his foes o'ercame

The world, sin death and hell o’erthrew; 3 Hence,then,ye black despairing tho'ls ! Aud Jesus is the conqueror's name. Above our fears, above our faults 510! his triumphal chariot waits,

His powerful intercessions rise; And angels chant the solemn lay,

And guilt recedes, and terror dies. ** Lift up your beads, ye heavenly gates, 4 In every dark, distressful hour, “Ye everlasting doors, give way!

When sin and Satan join their power, 6" Who is the King of glory, who?"

Let this dear hope repel the dart, The Lord, of boundless power possest;

That Jesus bears us on his heart. The King of saints and angels too ; 5 Great Advocate, almighty Friend, God over all, forever blest.

On him our hunble hopes depend:

Our cause can never, never fail, Hymn 56. L. M. Watıx's i Tiscellan. * For Jesus pleads, and must prevail.

Antigua, Psalm Ninety-seventh.
The humiliation, exultation, and tri-

umps of Christ.

THE mighty frame of glorious grace, AYM's 58. H. M. Rippon's Selec. X

That brightest monument of praise That e'er the God of love design'd,

Triumph, Portsinouth. Employs and fills my lab’ring mind. The kingdom of Christ. 2 Begin, my soul, the heavenly song, 1 R your God and King adore ;

is ; A burden for an angel's tongue : When Gabriel sounds these awful things, Mortals, give thanks and sing, He tunes and summons all his strings.

And triumph evermore. 3 Proclaim inimitable love!

Lift up the heart, Rejoice alo:ad, Jesus, the Lord of worlds above,

Lift up the voice, ( Ye saints,rejoice. Puts off the beams of bright array,

2 Rejoice! the Saviour reigns And veils the God in mortal clay.

The God of truth and love ;'

When he had purg'I our stains, 4 He, that distributes crowns and thrones,

He took his seat above :
Hangs on a tree, and bleeds, and yroans, Lift up the heart, | Rejoice aloud,
The Prince of life resigns his breath-

Lift up the voice, / Ye saints, rejoice.' The King of glory bows to death. 3 But see the wonders of his power!

3 His kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o'er earth and heaven; He triumphs in his dying hour; And, while by Satan's rage he fell,

The keys of death and hell

Are to our Jesus given : He dash'd the rising hopes of hell.

Lift up the heart, | Rejoice aloud, 6 Thus were the hosts of death subdued, Lift up the voice, | Ye saints,rejoice.

And sin was drown'd in Jesus? blood; 4 Rejoice in glorious hope!
Then he arose, and reigns above, Jesus, the Judge, shall come,
And conquers sinners by his love.

And take his servants up
7 Who shall fulfil this boundless song! To their eternal home:
The theme surmounts an angel's tongue! We soon shall hear The trump of God
How low, how vain are mortal airs, Th’archangel's voice: Shallsound,rejoice.
When Gabriel's nobler harp despairs !




IIYMN 57. L. MI. Siecle.

Bath, Angel's Hymn.
Intercession of Christ.

ALPHABETICALLY ARRANGED. 1HE lives! the great Redeemer lives !

(What joy the blest assurance gives !) Hymn 53. L. M. Rippon's Selec. * And now, before bis Father, God,

Eaton, All Saints.
Pleads the full merit of his blood.

2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, 1 WHERE is my God? does he retire
And justice arm'd with frowns appears Beyond the reach of humble sighs ?
But in the Saviour's lovely face Are, these weak breathings of desire
Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. Too languid to ascend the skies?

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THERE IS A Fountainmanuel's veins;

2 No, Lord! the breathings of desire,

A word of thy almighty breath The weak petition, if sincere,

Dooms the rebellious world to death. Is not forbidden to aspire,

4 But let my soul forever lie But reaches thy all-gracious eár. Beneath the blessings of thine eye: 3 Look up, my soul, with cheerful eye, 'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above See where the great Redeemer stands, To see thy face and taste thy love. The glorious Advocate on high, With precious incense in his hands! Hymn 62. C. M. Cowper. 4 He sweetens every humble groan,

Carthage, St. Asaphs. He rucommends each broken prayer; 1 THERÉ is a fountain fill'd with blood,

-Praise for the fountain opened,
Recline thy hope on him alone,
Whose power and love forbid despair. And sinners,plung d beneath that flood,
5 Teach my weak heart, O gracious Lord! Lose all their guilty stains.

With stronger faith to call thee mine ; 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see
Bid me pronounce the blissful word,

That fountain in his day;
My Father, God, with joy divine.

O muy I there, though vile as he,

Wash all my sins away:
HYMN 60. C. M. T. plady.

3 Dear dying Lamb! thy precious blood Bedford, Cambridge.

Shall never lose its power,
All in ail.

Till all the ransom'd church of God
COMPARED with Christ, in all beside Be sav’d, to sin no more.
The one thing needful, dearest Lord, 4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream
Is to be one with thee,

Thy flowing wounds supply,

Redeeming love has been my theme, 2 The sense of thy expiring love And shall be till I die. Into my soul convey :

5 Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, Thyself bestow for thee alone, My ALL IN ALL I pray.

I'll sing thy power to save, [tongue

When this poor lisping, staminering 3 Less than thyself will not suffice Lies silent in the grave,

My comfort to restore: More than thyself I cannot crave; IIYMN 63. C. M. Doddridge. * And thou canst give no more.

Abridge, Barby. 4 Loved of my God, for hiin again

Head of the church,
Wich love intense I'd burn:

1 Chosen of thee, ere time began,

That calls a worm thy own; I'd choose thee in return.

Gives me ainong thy saints a place

To make thy glories knowil. 5 What'er consists not with thy love, () teach me to resign :

2 Allied to thee, our vital Head, I'm rich to all th' intents of bliss,

We act, and grow, and thrive ; If thou, o God, art mine. From thee divided, each is dead

When most he seems alive, Hymn 61. L.M. Watts's Serinons.*orb|3 Thy saints on earth, and those above, Limehouse, Portugal, Bath.

Here join in sweet accord:
Christ the eternal life.

One body all in mutual love,

And thou our common Lord. Array'd in majesty and blood, 4 Thou the whole boily wilt present Thou art our life; our souls in thee Before thy Father's face; Possess a full felicity.

Nor shall a wrinkle or a spot

Its beauteous form disgrace.
2 All our immortal hopes are laid
In thee, our surety and our head ;

HYMN 64. C. M. Steele,
Thy cross, thy cradle and thy throne

Knaresborough, Archdale.:
Are big with glories yet unknown.

King of saints. 3 Let atheists scoff and Jews blaspheme 'COMF, ye that love the Saviour's life '

And joy to make it

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