3 Defcending on his azure throne,
He claims the kingdoms for his own;
The kingdoms all obey his word,
And hail him their triumphant Lord!
4. Shout all the people of the fky,
And all the faints of the moft High,
Our Lord, who now his right obtains,
For ever and for ever reigns.
ARK! the herald angels fing, Glory to their new-born King: "Peace on earth, and mercy mild; "God and finners reconcil'd." Joyful, all ye nations, rife, Join the triumph of the skies, With th' angelic hoft proclaim, "Chrift is born in Bethlehem."
2 Chrift, by highest heav'n ador'd,
Chrift, the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of a virgin's womb:
Veil'd in flesh the Godhead fee,
Hail th' incarnate Deity!
Pleas'd as man with men t' appear,
JESUS Our IMMANUEL here.
3 Hail, the heav'n-born Prince of peace,
Hail, the Sun of righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Rifen with healing in his wings;
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die,
Born to raise the fons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
4 Come, defire of nations, come,
Fix in us thy humble home;
Rife, the woman's promis'd feed,
Bruife in us the ferpent's head:
Adam's likeness now efface,
Stamp thy image in its place;
Second Adam from above,
Reinstate us in thy love.
LL glory to God, And peace upon earth,
Be publifh'd abroad At Jesus's birth;
The forfeited favour Of heaven we find
Reftor'd in the Saviour And friend to mankind.
2 Then let us behold Meffias the Lord,
By prophets foretold, By angels ador'd;
Our God's incarnation With angels proclaim,
And publish falvation In Jefus's name.
3 Our newly born king By faith we have seen,
And joyfully fing His goodness to men,
That all men may wonder At what we impart,
And thankfully ponder His love in their heart.
4 What mov'd the Moft High So greatly to stoop?
He comes from the fky Our fouls to lift up;
That finners forgiven Might finless return
To God and to heaven, Their Maker is born.
5 Immanuel's
Immanuel's love Let finners confefs,
Who comes from above, To bring us his peace:
Let ev'ry believer His mercy adore,
And praise him for ever, When time is no more.
Matt. i. 21. Hag. ii. 7. Luke xvii. 21.
NOME, thou long-expected Jefus,
Born to fet thy people free,
From our fears and fins relieve us,
Let us find our reft in thee:
Ifrael's ftrength and confolation,
Hope of all the earth thou art,
Dear defire 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 thy own eternal Spirit
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By thy all-fufficient merit
Raife us to thy glorious throne.
ET angels and archangels fing
The wonderful immanuel's name,
Adore with us our new-born King,
And fill the joyful news proclaim;
All earth and heav'n be ever join'd
To praise the Saviour of mankind.
2 The everlasting God comes down
To fojourn with the fons of men:
Without his majesty or crown
The great Invifible is feen;
Of all his dazzling glories thorn,
The everlasting God is born!
3 Angels, behold that infant's face,
With rapt'rous awe the Godhead own,
'Tis all your heav'n on him to gaze,
And caft your crowns before his throne;
Though now he on his footstool lies,
Ye know he built both earth and skies.
4 By him into existence brought,
Ye fang the all-creating Word;
Ye heard him call our world from nought;
Again, in honour of your Lord,
Ye morning stars, your hymns employ,
And fhout, ye fons of God, for joy.
EJOICE in Jefu's Birth!
Το us a Son is given,
To us a Child is born on earth,
Who made both earth and heav'n!
His fhoulder props the sky,
This univerfe fuftains!
The God fupreme, the Lord most high,
The King Meffiah reigns!
Our Counsellor we praise
Our Advocate above,
Who daily in his church difplays
His Miracles of love.
The Almighty God is HE;
Author of heav'nly blifs;
The Father of eternity,
The glorious Prince of peace.
Frail Life, and fucceeding Eternity.
HEE we adore, eternal name!
And humbly own to thee, .
How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms we be!
2 Our wafting lives grow fhorter ftill,
As days and months increafe;
And every beating pulfe we tell,
Leaves but the number lefs.
3 The year rolls round, and fteals away
The breath that first it gave;
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,
We're trav'ling to the grave.
4 Dangers ftand thick through all the ground,
To puth us to the tomb;
And fierce diseases wait around,
To hurry mortals home.
5 Great God, on what a flender thread
Hang everlafting things!
Th' eternal ftates of all the dead,
Upon life's feeble strings!
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