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Now fweet accents of praise,
All our voices fhall raife;
Hallelujahs fhall be our employ!

Let the echo prolong,
The harmonious fong,
Hallelujahs again and again;

He now kindles the fire,
Whom the nations defire,

And to him we devote the glad ftrain.

Bleffed Jefus, while we

Pay our tribute to thee,

Let us worship, admire and adore:
O accept as thy crown,

What before was thine own,
Hallelujahs and praise evermore.

HA

HYMN CCLXXVI.

ARK! the herald-angels fing, "Glory to the new-born King ; "Peace on earth, and mercy mild; "God and finners reconcil'd:" Joyful, all ye nations, rife, Join the triumphs of the fkies; With th' angelic hofts proclaim, "Chrift is born in Bethlehem,"

2 Chrift, by highest heav'n ador'd, Chrift the everlafting 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,

Jefus our Immanuel here.

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:
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 conqu'ring feed,
Bruife in us the ferpent's head :
Adam's likeness now efface,
Stamp thine image in its place:
Second Adam from above,

Reinftate us in thy love.

HYMN CCLXXVII. C M.

HEPHERDS rejoice, lift up your eyes, "And fend your fears away,.

"News from the regions of the skies"Salvation's born to-day.

2" Jefus, the God whom angels fear, Comes down to dwell with you; "To-day he makes his entrance here, "But not as monarchs do.

3 "No gold, nor purple fwaddling-bands,
"Nor royal fhining things;
"A manger for his cradle ftands,
"And holds the King of kings.

"Go fhepherds, where the infant lies,
"And fee his humble throne:

"With tears of joy in all your eyes,
"Go, fhepherds, kifs the Son.'

5 Thus Gabriel fang, and straight around,
The heav'nly armies throng:
They tune their harps to lofty found,
And thus conclude the fong:

"Glory to God that reigns above,
"Let peace furround the earth;
"Mortals fhall know their Maker's love,
"At their Redeemer's birth."

7 Lord! and fhall angels have their songs,
And men no tunes to raise ?
O may we lose these useless tongues
When we forget to praise !

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Glory to God that reigns above,
That pity'd us forlorn,

We join to fing our Maker's love,
For there's a Saviour born.

HYMN CCLXXVIII. C. M.

Hile fhepherds watch'd their flocks by
All feated on the ground,

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The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory fhone around.

2 "Fear not," faid he (for mighty dread
Had feiz'd their troubled mind :)
"Glad tidings of great joy I bring
"To you and all mankind.

"To you, in David's town, this day,
"Is born of David's line,

[night,

"The Saviour, who is Chrift the Lord; "And this fhall be the fign:

"The heav'nly babe you there fhall find "To human view difplay'd,

"All meanly wrapp'd in swathing-bands,
"And in a manger laid."

5 Thus fpake the feraph, and forthwith
Appear'd a fhining throng
Of angels, praifing God, on high,
And thus addrefs'd their fong:

6 "All glory be to God on high, "And to the earth be peace; "Good-will henceforth, from heav'n to men, "Begin and never cease."

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PASTORAL.

HYMN CCLXXIX. L. M.

JESUS, thy and ring fheep behold!

See, Lord, with yearning bowels fee,
Poor fouls that cannot find the fold,
Till fought and gather'd in by thee.

2 Loft are they now, and scatter'd wide,
In pain, and weariness, and want:
With no kind Shepherd near, to guide
The fick, and spiritless, and faint.

3 Thou, only thou, the kind and good,
And fheep-redeeming Shepherd art;
Collect thy flock, and give them food
And pastors after thine own heart.

4 Give the pure word of gen'ral grace, And great shall be the preachers' crowd: Preachers who all the finiul race,

Point to the all-atoning blood.

5 Open their mouth, and utt'rance give,
Give them a trumpet-voice to call
A world, who all may turn and live,
Through faith in him who dy'd for all.

6 In ev'ry meffenger reveal

The grace they preach divinely free;
That each may by thy Spirit tell,
"He dy'd for all who dy'd for me."

7 A double portion from above,

Of that all-quick'ning Spirit impart ;
Shed forth thy univerfal love

In ev'ry faithful Paftor's heart.

8 Thine only glory let them seek,

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O let their hearts with love o'erflow; Let them believe, and therefore speak, And spread thy mercy's praise below.

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HYMN CCLXXX. S. M.

ORD of the harvest, hear
Thy needy fervants' cry,
Anfwer our faith's effectual pray'r,
And all our wants supply,

2 On thee we humbly wait,

Our wants are in thy view:
The harveft, truly Lord, is great,
The labourers are few.

3 Convert and fend forth more
Into thy church abroad,