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Each sin-infected sire, alas !
Begets a sin-infected child : Thus propagation spreads the curse; And man born bad, grows worse and worse. But lo! the second Adam came,
The serpent's subtle head to bruise;
And disappoints his dev'lish views;
This grand distinction should be known; Tho' all are sinners in God's sight,
There are but few so in their own. To such as these the Lord was sent; They're only sinners who repent. What comfort can a Saviour bring
To those who never felt their wo?.
The Holy Ghost has made him so :
Lest he this great salvation scorn;
For they that laugh shall one day mourn.
Well worthy 'tis to be believ'd
That sinners might by him be sav'd;
51. Justification. c. M. Of all the creatures God has made,
There is but man alone
In cov'rings not his own.
With fowls of every wing,
Than man, their fallen king. Naked and weak, we want a screen ;
But, when with clothes we're deckt,
But we command respect.
Before God's burning throne,
In cov'rings of their own?
The marriage of the Lamb ;
Nor nakedness to shame.
Will gain us God's esteem ;
How fair soe'er it seem.
Man has by nature none;
It grows not native, like our skin,
But is by faith put on.
And garments wash'd in blood,
And be the guest of God.
INCARNATION OF CHRIST.
52. Christmas. 7.
Christ is born in Bethlehem !"
Come, desire of nations, come,
53. Another. 8. 5. 8. Lift up your heads in joyful hope, Salute the happy morn;
Each heavenly power
Proclaims the glad hour, Lo, Jesus the Saviour is born! All glory be to God on bigb, To him all praise is due;
The promise is seald,
The Saviour's reveal'd,
Spread o'er the glad earth
At Jesus's birth, For heaven and earth are at peace, Now the good will of heaven is shewn Tow'rds Adam's helpless race;
Messiah is come
To ransom his own,
Join all the glad powers,
For their Lord is ours, Our Prophet, our Priest, and our King.
54. The Nativity. C. M. HARK, the glad sound, Messiah comes !
The Saviour promis'd long,
And every voice a song.
In Satan's bondage held,
The iron fetters yield.
The bleeding soul to cure,
T'enrich the humble poor.
Thy welcome shall proclaim,
With thy beloved name.