Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim; And heav'n's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name.

HYMN XXVIII.

The Birth of Christ.

P. M.

COME, thou long-expected Jesus,
Born to set thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us ;
Let us find our rest in thee.
Isr'el's strength and consolation,
Hope of all the earth thou art;
Dear desire of ev'ry nation;
Joy of ev'ry longing heart!
2 Born, thy people to deliver;
Born a child, and yet a King ;
Born, to reign in us for ever,-
Now thy gracious kingdom bring.
By thine own Eternal Spirit,
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By thine all-sufficient merit,
Raise us to thy glorious throne.
HYMN XXIX. P. M.
For Christmas Day.

HARK! the herald-angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King;

"Peace on earth and mercy mild; "God and sinners reconcil'd."

2 Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumphs of the skies; With th' angelic host proclaim, "Christ is born in Bethlehem." 3 Hail the heav'n-born Prince of peace! Hail the Sun of righteousness; Light and life to all he brings; Ris'n with healing in his wings. 4 Mild, he lays his glory by; Born that man no more may die ; Born to raise the sons of earth; Born to give them second birth.

Hark! the herald, &c.

Christ Dying, Rising, and Reigning. 1 HE dies! the friend of sinners dies! Lo! Salem's daughters weep around; A solemn darkness veils the skies!

A sudden trembling shakes the ground! 2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two For him who groan'd beneath your load; He shed a thousand drops for youA thousand drops of richer blood.

3 Here's love and grief beyond degree:
The Lord of glory dies for men !
But lo! what sudden joys we see-
Jesus, the dead, revives again!
4 Our rising Head forsakes the tomb ;
The tomb in vain forbids his rise:
Cherubic legions guard him home,

And shout him welcome to the skies!

5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high your great Deliv'rer reigns; Sing, how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And led the tyrant Death in chains. 6 Say," Live for ever wondrous King!

"Born to redeem, and strong to save!" Then ask the monster, "Where's thy sting? "And where's thy vict'ry boasting grave ?"

The Lord our Righteousness.

1 JESU, thy blood and righteousness My beauty are, my glorious dress: 'Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd, With joy shall I lift up my head.

2 When from the dust of earth I rise, To claim my mansion in the skies;

E'en then shall this be all my plea,
"Jesus hath liv'd, hath died for me."

3 Bold shall I stand in that great day,
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully through thee absolv'd I am,
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.

4 O let the dead now hear thy voice!
Bid now thy banish'd ones rejoice!
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus the Lord our Righteousness.

HYMN XXXII.

Christ our Advocate.

P. M.

1 THOU sinners' Advocate with God, Our trust is in thy precious blood: Thou all-atoning Lamb,

The virtue of thy death impart ;
Speak peace to ev'ry troubled heart,
And magnify thy name.

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2 Give us thy pard'ning love to feel,
And freely our backslidings beal
Repair our faith's decay;
Restore the sweetness of thy grace;
Reveal the glories of thy face,

ad take our sins away.

HYMN XXXIII.

C. M.

The Fountain opened for Sin.

THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins ;
And sinners, plung'd beneath that food,
Lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain, in his day;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its pow'r,
Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be sav'd to sin no more.

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

5 Then, in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy pow'r to save,

When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave.

Christ our High Priest, King, and Judge.

I NOW to the Lord that makes us know The wonders of his dying love,