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AMB of God, that in the bosom
Of the Father dwellest high,
Deigu to visit humble sinners
From thy rest above the sky.
God incarnate! leave thy glory,
Nor abhor the Virgin's womb;
Spread salvation like a river;
Jesus let thy kingdom come.

Love divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heaven to earth come down ;
Fix in us thy humble dwelling,
All thy faithful mercies crown.
Jesus thou art all compassion,

Pure unbounded love thou art:

Visit us with thy salvation,

Enter every trembling heart.

Shepherds, did you hear him coming, Whilst you kept your flocks by night? Did you see his Star in heav'n

Blaze with new created light?
Haste, ye Magi, come and worship;
See the orient Star before,

Bring your presents, gold and spices,
Blest Arabia's balmy store.

All ye joyous hosts of heav'n,
Loudly speak the Saviour's praise;
Saints and angels in full chorus,
Your seraphic voices raise.
Come, O come, your Hallelujahs
In wide echoing songs proclaim;
Heav'n and earth with joy resounding
Praise the blest Redeemer's name.

CH

Hymn 62. P. M.

For Christmas Day.

HRISTIANS! awake, lift up your heads,
Salute the happy morn:

Each heav'nly pow'r proclaims the glad hour;
Lo! Jesus the Saviour is born,
Then let us join the heav'ns above,

Where hymning seraphs sing;

Join all the glad powers, for their Lord is ours, Our Prophet, our Priest and our King.

Where shepherds watch their flocks by night,

Are joyful tidings given;

And gladly to earth is Jesus's birth

Proclaim'd with hosaunas from heaven.

Then let us join, &c.

The wise men guided by a star,

The wond'rous truth explore;

Their presents they bring to the new-born King, They see him and humbly adore.

Then let us join, &c.

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EHOLD! he comes! the promis'd seed!
Th' anointed of the Lord!
God's well beloved Son fulfils
The sure prophetic word.

Surrounded by no earthly pomp,
He seeks no earthly throue;
By meekness, patience, truth, and love,
His diguity is shown.

Prepare ye then your songs of praise,
To hail th' incarnate King!
He comes! the promis'd Saviour comes!
Your glad honannas bring.

"All glory be to God on high;
"And heav'nly peace on earth;
"Goodwill to man," with angels sing,
At your Redeemer's birth.

Hymn 64. P. M.

SONGS

ONGS of praise the angels sang;
Heav'n with hallelujahs rang;

When Jehovah's work begun,
When be spake, and it was done.

Songs of praise awoke the morn,
When the Prince of Peace was born;
Songs of praise arose when he
Captive led captivity.

Heaven and earth must pass away:
Songs of praise shall crown that day;
God will make new heavens and earth:
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.

And shall man alone be dumb,
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No: the Church delights to raise
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise.

Songs of praise then we will sing,
Praise to our Almighty King;
Praise to God,-the Father, Son,
Holy Ghost,-the three in one.

Hymn 65. P. M.

PRAISE the Lord! ye heavens adore him,
Praise him, Angels in the height;

Sun and moon, rejoice before him:
Praise him, all ye stars and light:
Praise the Lord for he hath spoken,
Worlds his mighty voice obey'd!
Laws, that never shall be broken,
For their guidance he hath made.

Praise the Lord! for he his glorious:
Never shall his promise fail;
God hath made his saints victorious,
Sin and death shall not prevail ;
Praise the God of our salvation,
Hosts on high his power proclaim;
Heaven, and earth, and all creation,
Laud and magnify his name.

WA

Hymn 66. L. M.

ASH us from all our sins, O God, In thy dear Son's atoning blood; Hear those who come before thy throne, Pleading his merits, his alone.

Though we have griev'd thy spirit, Lord,
His gracious presence still afford;
And still salvation's joys impart,
To heal the broken, contrite heart.

A broken heart, O God, our King!
Is all the sacrifice we bring:
Thou, God of Grace! wilt not despise
A broken heart in sacrifice.

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Hymn 67. P. M.

REAT God, what do I see and hear!
The end of things created!

The judge of mankind doth appear,
On clouds of glory seated.

The trumpet sounds! the graves restore
The dead, which they contain'd before!
Prepare, my soul, to meet him,

The dead in Christ shall first arise,
At the last trumpet's sounding,
Caught up to meet him in the skies,
With joy their Lord surrounding:
No gloomy fears their souls dismay;
His presence sheds eternal day

On those prepar'd to meet him.

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