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The Lord of hosts, the King of kings
Declares himself our Friend;
Assumes our flesh and blood,
That we his grace may gain:
The everlasting Son of God,
The mortal Son of man.

4 His kingdom from above
He doth to us impart,
And pure benevolence and love
O'erflow the faithful heart:
Chang'd in a moment, we
The sweet attraction find,
With open arms of charity
Embracing all mankind.

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O might they all receive

The new-born Prince of Peace,
And meekly in his Spirit live!

And in his love increase!

Till he convey us home,

Cry ev'ry soul aloud,

Come, thou Desire of nations, come,

And take us up to God!

West Street.] HYMN 487. 211's & 2 9's.

1 ALL hail! happy day,

2

When enrob'd in our clay,

The Redeemer appear'd upon earth;
How can we refrain,

For to join the glad strain,

And to hail our Immanuel's birth!

How boundless that love,

First begotten above,

And through Jesus to sinners made known!

Lift, lift up your voice,

And exulting rejoice,

For Jehovah to earth is come down!

3 Ye angels of God,
Sound his praises abroad,

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And acknowledge him JAH, the I AM :
We also will join

In a hymn so divine,

Giving glory to God and the Lamb!

To Christ we will sing,

As our High Priest and King,

And our Prophet to teach us the road:
But more than all this,

For Almighty he is:

And we own him our Saviour and God.

To Jesus's praise

Let us spend all our days!

For 'tis he who our surety hath stood;
He sojourn❜d below,

That his mercy might flow,

And he purchas'd our pardon with blood.

O may the return

Of this once blessed morn

Be for ever remember'd with joy :

Sweet accents of praise

All our voices shall raise ;

Hallelujahs shall be our employ !

Let echo prolong

The harmonious song,

Hallelujahs again and again;

He kindles the fire,

Whom the nations desire,

And to him we devote the glad strain.

Blest Jesus, while we
Pay our tribute to thee,

Let us worship, admire, and adore:
Accept as thy crown,

What before was thine own,

Hallelujahs and praise evermore.

Tisbury.] HYMN 488. C. M.

1" And send your fears away,

HEPHERDS rejoice, lift up your eyes,

News from the regions of the skies-
A Saviour's born to-day.

2 "Jesus, 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 swaddling bands,
Nor royal shining things;
A manger for his cradle stands ;
And holds the King of kings.

4 Go shepherds, where the infant lies,
And see his humble throne ;
With tears of joy in all your eyes,
Go, shepherds, kiss the Son."

5 Thus Gabriel sang, and straight around,
The heav'nly armies throng;
They tune their harps to lofty sound,
And thus conclude the song:

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

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

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

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

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Devotion.] HYMN 489. C. M.

W

WHILE shepherds watch'd their flocks by night,

All seated on the ground,

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

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

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

The Saviour who is Christ the Lord;
And this shall be the sign:

4 "The heavenly babe you there shall find
To human view display'd,

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

5 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith
Appear'd a shining throng
Of angels praising God, on high,
And thus address'd their song:

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."

Sicilian Hymn.] HYMN 490. 8 lines 7's.

ARK! the herald-angels sing

HA

"Glory to the new-born King;

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

Joyful all ye nations rise,

Join the triumphs of the skies;

With th' angelic hosts proclaim,
"Christ is born in Bethlehem."
2 Christ by highest heaven ador'd,
Christ the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of a virgin's womb;
Vail'd in flesh, the Godhead see,
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,
Ris'n with healing in his wings:
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.
4 Come, Desire of Nations, come,
Fix in us thy humble home;
Rise, the woman's conqu'ring seed,
Bruise in us the serpent's head;
Adam's likeness now efface,
Stamp thine image in its place:
Second Adam from above,
Reinstate us in thy love.

Delacourt.] HYMN 491. C. M.

MOR

ORTALS awake, with angels join,
And chant the solemn lay;

Joy, love and gratitude combine
To hail th' auspicious day.

2 In heaven the rapturous song began,
And sweet seraphic fire

Through all the shining legions ran,
And strung and tun'd the lyre.

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