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6 Come, desire of nations, come
Fix in us thy humble home;
Rise, the woman's conqu'ring seed,
Bruise in us the serpent's head.

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LIFT up your heads in joyful hope,
Salute the happy morn;
Each heavenly power
Proclaims the glad hour;

Lo, Jesus the Saviour is born!

2 All glory be to God on high,
To him all praise is due;
The promise is seal'd,
The Saviour's reveal'd,
proves that the record is true.

And

3 Let joy around like rivers flow,
Flow on, and still increase;
Spread o'er the glad earth
At Jesus's birth,

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.

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The same.

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JESUS, all praise is due to thee,
That thou wast pleas'd a man to be!
A virgin's womb thou didst not scorn,
And angels shout to see thee born.
Hallelujah!

2 The blessed father's only son
Chooseth a manger for his throne;
And, though the high and mighty God,
Assumes our feeble flesh and blood.

Hallelujah!

3 Whom earth could not contain, nor skies,
In low estate the Saviour lies;
And who the world's foundation laid,
Is now a little infant made.

Hallelujah!

4 The Father's brightness comes in sight,
Gives to the world its saving light!
And drives the clouds of sin away,
To make us children of the day.
Hallelujah!

5 The Son, the Almighty God confess'd,
In his own world became a guest;
And open'd through himself the way,
A passage to eternal day.
Hallelujah!

6 And therefore poor on earth he came,
That we might all his riches claim,
To make us heirs of endless bliss,
With all those chosen saints of his.
Hallelujah!

7 For us these wonders he hath wrought,
To shew his love, surpassing thought!
Then let us all unite to sing

Praise to our loving God and King.
Hallelujah!

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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,
Angels to the shepherds bring;
Now we view the Father's glory
Shining in the infant King.
Hallelujah!
Hail, &c.

P. M.

3 Glory be to God, Jehovah,

Who hath lov'd our helpless race;
Sent his Son down from his bosom,
To make known this wond'rous grace,
Hallelujah!
Hail, &c.

4 He alone is ever worthy

To receive our highest praise!
Who descended from his glory,
To that glory men to raise.
Hallelujah!
Hail, &c.

5 We will worship and adore him ;
He our nature deign'd to wear;
Thankfully we'll come before him,
Praise shall still employ us here.
Hallelujah!

Hail the new-born son of man.

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Death of Christ.

P. M.

LOW fast, my tears; the cause is great;
This tribute claims an injur'd friend,

One whom I long pursu'd with hate,
And yet he lov'd me to the end.
When death his terrors round me spread,
And aim'd his arrows at my head,
Christ interpos'd, the wound he bore,
And bade the monster dare no more.

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.

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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,
With nails they fasten to the wood ;
His sacred limbs expos'd and bare,
Or cover'd only with his blood.

3 See there! his temples crown'd with thorns, His bleeding hands extended wide,

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