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Adeste Fideles.

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1 ОH! come all ye faithful,

Joyfully triumphant,

To Bethlehem hasten now with glad accord;
Lo! in a manger

Lies the King of angels;

Oh! come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord.

2 Raise, raise, choirs of angels,
Songs of loudest triumph,

Through heaven's high arches be your praises poured

Now to our God be

Glory in the highest;

Oh! come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord.

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Rev, Wm. Mercer, tr., 1873.

The Glad Tidings.

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1 SHOUт the glad tidings, exultingly sing; Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. Zion, the marvelous story be telling,

The Son of the Highest, how lowly his birth;

The brightest archangel in glory excelling, He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns upon earth.

REF.-Shout the glad tidings, etc.

2 Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing; Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. Tell how he cometh; from nation to nation, The heart-cheering news let the earth echo round;

How free to the faithful he offers salvation! How his people with joy everlasting are crowned!

REF.-Shout the glad tidings, etc.

3 Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing; Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. Mortals, your homage be gratefully bringing, And sweet let the gladsome hosanna arise; Ye angels, the full hallelujah be singing; One chorus resound through the earth and the skies.

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REF.-Shout the glad tidings, etc.

Rev. W. A. Muhlenburg (1796-1877.)

The manifestation of Christ.

1 Son of God! to thee I cry;

By the holy mystery

Of thy dwelling here on earth,
By thy pure and holy birth,
Lord! thy presence let me see;
Manifest thyself to me!

2 Lamb of God! to thee I cry;
By thy bitter agony,

By thy pangs, to us unknown,
By thy Spirit's parting groan,
Lord! thy presence let me see;
Manifest thyself to me!

3 Prince of Life! to thee I cry;
By thy glorious majesty,
By thy triumph o'er the grave,
Meek to suffer, strong to save,
Lord! thy presence let me see;
Manifest thyself to me!

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4 Lord of glory, God most high,
Man exalted to the sky!

With thy love my bosom fill;
Prompt me to perform thy will;
Then thy glory I shall see;

Thou wilt bring me home to thee.

Christ our pattern.

Bp. R. Man, 1848.

L. M.

1 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord,
I read my duty in thy word;
But in thy life the law appears
Drawn out in living characters.

2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
Such deference to thy Father's will,
Such love, and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe and make them mine.
3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer;
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict and thy victory, too.

4 Be thou my pattern; make me bear
More of thy gracious image here;

Then God, the Judge, shall own my name Amongst the followers of the Lamb.

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.)

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Christ in Gethsemane.

1 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow
The star is dimmed that lately shone;

'Tis midnight; in the garden now
The suffering Saviour prays alone.

L.M.

2 'Tis midnight; and, from all removed,
The Saviour wrestles lone with fears;
E'en that disciple whom he loved

Heeds not his Master's grief and tears.
3 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt
The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood;
Yet he that hath in anguish knelt
Is not forsaken by his God.

4 'Tis midnight; and from heavenly plains
Is borne the song that angels know;
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe.
Rev. William Bingham Tappan (1794-1849.)

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Christ our Example.

1 Go to dark Gethsemane,

Ye who feel the tempter's power;
Your Redeemer's conflict see;
Watch with him one bitter hour;
Turn not from his griefs away,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2 Follow to the judgment-hall,

View the Lord of life arraigned;
Oh! the wormwood and the gall!
Oh! the pangs his soul sustained!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of him to bear the cross.
3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb :
There, adoring at his feet,

Mark that miracle of time,
God's own sacrifice complete:
"It is finished," hear him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

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4 Early hasten to the tomb,

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Where they laid his breathless clay; All is solitude and gloom;

Who hath taken him away?

Christ has risen, he meets our eyes;
Saviour, teach us so to rise.

James Montgomery (1771-1854.)

Rock of Ages.

1 Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee; Let the water and the blood,

78, 61.

From thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure;

Save me from its guilt and power.

2 Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfil thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and thou alone.
3 Nothing in my hand I bring;
Simply to thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to thee for dress;
Helpless, look to thee for grace;
Vile, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.

4 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyelids close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See thee on thy judgment-throne-
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.

Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady (1740-1778.)