6 Come, desire of nations, come LIFT up your heads in joyful hope, Lo, Jesus the Saviour is born! 2 All glory be to God on high, And 3 Let joy around like rivers flow, For heaven and earth are at peace. 4 Now the good will of heav'n is shewn Tow'rds Adam's helpless race; Messiah is come To ransom his own, To save them by infinite grace. P. M. 5 Then let us join the heaven's above, Where hymning seraphs sing; Join all the glad powers, For their Lord is ours, Our Prophet, our Priest, and our King. 143 The same. L. M. JESUS, all praise is due to thee, 2 The blessed father's only son Hallelujah! 3 Whom earth could not contain, nor skies, Hallelujah! 4 The Father's brightness comes in sight, 5 The Son, the Almighty God confess'd, 6 And therefore poor on earth he came, 7 For us these wonders he hath wrought, Praise to our loving God and King. 144 SEE The same. EE the long-expected Saviour Now a veil of flesh assumes; To destroy the pow'rs of darkness, Lo! our dear Immanuel comes. Hallelujah! Hail the new-born son of man. 2 The glad news of our salvation, P. M. 3 Glory be to God, Jehovah, Who hath lov'd our helpless race; 4 He alone is ever worthy To receive our highest praise! 5 We will worship and adore him ; Hail the new-born son of man. 145 Death of Christ. P. M. LOW fast, my tears; the cause is great; One whom I long pursu'd with hate, 2 Fast flow, my tears, yet faster flow, Stream copious as yon purple tide, 'Twas I that dealt the deadly blow, I urg'd the hand that pierc'd his side; Keen pangs, and agonizing smart Oppress his soul, and rend his heart; While justice arm'd with pow'r divine, Pours on his head what's due to mine. 3 Fast, and yet faster flow, my tears, Love breaks the heart, and drains the eyes; His visage marr'd, tow'rds heav'n he rears, And pleading for his murd'rer dies; My grief, nor measure knows nor end, Till he appears, the sinner's friend! And gives me in an happy hour, To feel the risen Saviour's pow'r. 146 YE E that pass by, behold the man, The man of griefs condemn'd for you; The Lamb of God for sinners slain, Weeping to Calvary pursue. 2 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear, 3 See there! his temples crown'd with thorns, His bleeding hands extended wide, |