While we repeat the Virgin's song,
May the same Spirit tune our voice.
2 [The Highest saw her low estate,
And mighty things his hand hath done;
His overshad' wing pow'r and grace
Make her the mother of his Son.

3 Let ev'ry nation call her bless'd,
And endless years prolong her fame:
But God alone must be ador'd;
Holy and rev'rend is his name.]

4 To those who fear and trust the Lord,
His mercy stands for ever sure:
From age to age his promise lives,
And the performance is secure.

5 He spake to Abra'am and his seed,
"In thee shall all the earth be bless'd:"
The mem'ry of that ancient word,
Lay long in his eternal breast.

o 6 But now no more shall Israel wait;
No more the Gentiles lie forlorn :
e Lo, the Desire of nations comes;
Behold, the promis'd Seed is born!

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HYMN 61. L. M.

Leeds. [*]

Christ, our Priest and King. Rev. i, 5-7.
NOW to the Lord, who makes us know

The wonders of his dying love,

Be humble honours paid below,

o And strains of nobler praise above.

-2 'Twas he, who cleans'd our foulest sins And wash'd us in his richest blood;

'Tis he, who makes us priests and kings, And brings us rebels near to God. o 3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest, To Jesus, our superior King, Be everlasting pow'r confess'd, And ev'ry tongue his glory sing. e 4 Behold, on flying clouds he comes, And ev'ry eye shall see him move! e Tho' with our sins we pierc'd him once, o Then he displays his pard'ning love. e 5 The unbelieving world shall wail, o While we rejoice to see the day:

Come, Lord, nor let thy promise fail,
Nor let thy chariot long delay.

HYMN 62. C. M. Christmas. Devizes. [*] The Lamb of God Worshipped. Rev. v, 11-13. OME let us join our cheerful songs,

COM

With angels round the throne;

o Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one.

2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry, To be exalted thus: -Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply,

For he was slain for us.

o 3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and pow'r divine;

And blessings, more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.

o 4 Let all who dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,

u Conspire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thine endless praise.
g 5 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name,

Of him who sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

HYMN 63. L. M. Oporto. [*]

Christ's Humiliation and Exallation. Rev. v, 12. WHAT equal honours shall we bring,

e 1

When all the notes that angels sing,
Are far inferior to thy name?

-2 Worthy is lfe, who once was slain,
The Prince of Life, who groan'd and died,
o Worthy to rise, and live, and reign
At his Almighty Father's side.

-3 Pow'r and dominion are his due,
e Who stood condemn'd at Pilate's bar;
-Wisdom belongs to Jesus too,

e Tho' he was charg'd with madness there.
-4 All riches are his native right,
e Yet he sustain'd amazing loss,

• To him ascribe eternal might,
--Who left his weakness on the cross.
o 5 Honour, immortal, must be paid,
Instead of scandal and of scorn;
While glory shines around his head,
And a bright crown without a thorn.
o 6 Blessings for ever on the Lamb,
Who bore the curse for wretched men:
g Let angels sound his sacred name,
And ev'ry creature say, AMEN.

HYMN 64. S. M.

1

Dover. Newton. [*]

Adoption. 1 John iii, 1, &c. Gal. vi, 6.

The Father hath bestow'd,

On sinners of a mortal race,

To call them sons of God'

2 'Tis no surprising thing,

That we should be unknown;
The Jewish world knew not their King,
God's everlasting Son.

3 Nor does it yet appear,
How great we must be made;
But when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our head.

4 A hope, so much divine,
May trials well endure;

May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ the Lord is pure.

5 If in my Father's love,
I share a filial part,

Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.

6 We would no longer lie,

Like slaves beneath the throne;

My faith shall Abba Father, cry,
And thou the kindred own.

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HYMN 65. L. M. Wells. [*]

The World subjected to Christ. Rev. xi, 15.
ET the sev'nth angel sound on high;
Let shouts be heard, thro' all the sky

Kings of the earth, with glad accord,
Give up your kingdoms to the Lord.
g 2 Almighty God, thy pow'r assume,
Who wast, and art, and art to come;
Jesus, the Lamb who once was slain,
For ever live, for ever reign!

d 3 The angry nations fret and roar,
That they can slay the saints no more;
o On wings of vengeance flies our God,
To pay the long arrears of blood.
g 4 Now must the rising dead appear;
Now the decisive sentence hear:
o Now the dear martyrs of the Lord
Receive an infinite reward.]

HYMN 66. L. M.

Christ the King at his Table.

13, 17.

Portugal. [*]
Sol. Song i, 2-5, 12

1 LET him embrace my soul, and prove

Mine interest in his heav'nly love;
The voice that tells me thou art mine,
Exceeds the blessings of the vine:
2 On thee th' anointing Spirit came,
And spreads the savour of thy name;
That oil of gladness, and of grace,
Draws virgin souls to meet thy face.
3 Jesus allure me by thy charms,
My soul-shall fly into thine arms!
Our wand'ring feet thy favours bring
To the fair chambers of the King."
--4 (Wonder and pleasure tunes our voice,
To speak thy praises, and our joys;
Our mem'ry keeps this love of thine,
Beyond the taste of richest wine.)

5 Though in ourselves deform'd we are
And black as Kedar's tents appear;
Yet when we put thy beauties on,
Fair as the courts of Solomon.

6 (While at his table sits the King,
He loves to see us smile and sing;
Our graces are our best perfume,

And breathes like spikenard round the room.

7 As myrrh, new bleeding from the tree,
Such is a dying Christ to me:

And while he makes my soul his guest,
My bosom, Lord, shall be thy rest.

3 No beams of cedar or of fir,

Can with thy courts on earth compare:
And here we wait, until thy love
Raise us to nobler seats above.]

HYMN 67. L. M., Sicilian. Moreton. [b*] Seeking the Pastures of Christ. Sol. Song i, 7.

1HOU, whom my soul admires above

THOU

All earthly joy and earthly lovee Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know, Where do thy sweetest pastures grow? e 2 Where is the shadow of that rock,

That from the sun defends thy flock? Fain would I feed among thy sheep, Among them rest, among them sleep. 3 Why should thy bride appear like one, That turns aside to paths unknown? o My constant feet would never rove, Would never seek another love.

o 4 The footsteps of thy flock I see;

Thy sweetest pastures here they be; A wondrous feast thy love prepares, Bought with thy wounds, and groans, and tears. e 5 His dearest flesh he makes my food, And bids me drink his richest blood; o Here, to these hills, my soul would come. 'Till my Beloved lead me home.

HYMN 68. L. M.

L. M.

Oporto. [*]

Banquet of Love. Sol. Song ii, 1–7.
EHOLD the Rose of Sharon here,

Behold the Tree of Life, that gives
Refreshing fruit, and healing leaves.
2 Amongst the thorns so lilies shine :
Amongst wild gourds, the noble vine:
So in my eyes my Saviour proves,
Amidst a thousand meaner loves.