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1 HARK ! the herald-angels sing,

Glory to the new-born King ; · Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled !

Hark! the herald-angels sing,

Glory to the new-born King. 2 Joyful, all ye nations, rise,

Join the triumphs of the skies,
With th' angelic host proclaim,
Christ is born in Bethlehem.

3 Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace !

Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,

Risen with healing in his wings. 4 Mild He lays his glories by,

Born that man no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth,

WHILE humble shepherds watch'd their flocks,

In Bethlehem’s fields by night,
An angel sent from heaven appear'd,

And filld the plains with light.
2 “ Fear not,” he said, (for sudden dread

Had seized 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 wrapt in swaddling bands,

And in a manger laid."
5 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith

Appear'd a shining throng
Of angels praising God, and thus

They sang their joyful song : 6 " All glory be to God on high,

And on the earth be peace,
Good will is shown by Heaven to men,

And never more shall cease.”


1 Lo, He comes, in clouds descending,

Once for favour'd sinners slain;
Thousand thousand saints attending
Swell the triumph of his train !

Hallelujah! Amen. 2 Every eye shall now behold Him,

Robed in dreadful majesty !
They who set at nought and sold Him,
Pierced and naild Him to the tree !

Hallelujah! Amen. 3 Now salvation ! long expected !

See, in solemn pomp to share,
All his saints, by man rejected,
Rise and meet Him in the air!

Hallelujah! Amen. 4 Yea, Amen ! let all adore Thee,

High on thine eternal throne :
Saviour ! take the power and glory,
Take the kingdom for thine own.

Hallelujah! Amen. HYMN FOR A BIRTHDAY. 1 LORD of life, whose word of power

Did first inspire my breath ; ”T is Thou hast kept me to this hour

From danger and from death.
2 Spared to commence another year,

The past I now review;
How numerous do my sins appear,

How great Thy mercies too!
3 I thank Thee for Thy tender care

Through all my infant days;
And for each privilege I share,

That still Thy love displays.
4 For Jesus' sake my sins forgive,

And strengthen me in grace ;
That to Thy glory I may live,

And run the Christian race. 5 How long or short my course may be,

"T is not for me to know ;
But may I yield my heart to Thee

And in Thy favour grow. 6 From early youth be Thou my Guide,

My Father, and my Friend ;
Oh, keep me ever near Thy side,

Till I to heaven ascend.


1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains,

From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains

Roll down their golden sand ;
From many an ancient river,

From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes

Blow soft o'er Java’s isle,
Though every prospect pleases,

And only man is vile:
In vain with lavish kindness

The gifts of God are strewn ;
The Heathen, in his blindness,

Bows down to wood and stone ! 3 Can we whose souls are lighted

With wisdom from on high,
Can we to men benighted

The lamp of life deny ?
Salvation ! oh, Salvation !

The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation

Has learn'd Messiah's Name.

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