Moses, the man of God, foretold 3 The types bore witness to his name, Obtain❜d their chief design and ceas'd; The incense, and the bleeding lamb, The ark, the altar, and the priest. 4 Predictions in abundance meet, HYMN 61. P. M. SURE thy name is Wonderful 2 Thou the Godhead bearing down 3. Center'd in thy lovely face, Judgment, mercy, both appear; 4 Thou that Prophet art and King, Thou the sacrificer art, Thou too art the sacrifice. 5 Lamb of God, that once was slain, Bleeding on the painful treė, Risen and ascended high, 6 Wonderful art thou in pow'r, HYMN 62. C. M. SEE, O my soul, with wonder see! 2 My flesh, my blood, and bone espous'd; From nature's death and darkness rous'd, 3 My frame, once pure, was marr’d and harm’d, But now a nobler vessel form'd, 4 At Bethl'em was my purer birth, WHEN God would prove his love To all the ruin'd race, Descending from above, As full of truth and grace, He join❜d our nature to his own, 2 The work he well perform'd 3 Hail, dear almighty King! We praise thee for thy grace; Thy victories we sing, Thou Prince of life and peace; To thee eternal praise is due, Who by thyself mad'st all things new. HYMN 64. C. M. MORTALS awake, with Angels join, 2 In heav'n the rapt'rous song began, Through all the shining legions ran, 3 Swift through the vast expanse it flies, And loud the echo roll'd; The theme, the song, the joy was great, 'Twas more than heav'n could hold. 4 Down through the portals of the sky And angels flew with eager joy 5 Hark! the cherubic armies shout, Good will and peace are heard throughout 6 Hail, Prince of Life, for ever hail ! Though earth, and time, and life should fail, HYMN 65. C. M. WHAT condescending grace and love 2 He not th' angelic form assum'd, -3 Behold, of Abrah’'m's faithful seed 4 It well the Saviour's love became, That he might thus our guilt atone, 5 Jesus, our merciful High Priest, Redeem'd his people with his blood, 6 Then to the throne of sov'reign grace, That we may gain a rich supply ; HYMN 66. L. M. THE Lord is come, the heav'ns proclaim 2 All ye bright armies of the skies, 3 Let idols totter to the ground, And their own worshippers confound; HYMN 67. C. M. How strange the tidings, how profound! In servant's form the Lord was found, Our Father lov'd us worms so well, And thus became Immanuel, 3 He finish'd what his love began, |