While we repeat the Virgin's song,
May the same Spirit tune our voice.
2 [The Highest saw her low estate,
And mighty things his hand hath done;
His overshadowing power and grace
Make her the mother of his Son.

3 Let every nation call her blessed,
And endless years prolong her fame:
But God alone must be adored;
Holy and reverend is his name.]

4 To those who fear and trust the Lord,
His mercy stands forever sure:
From age to age his promise lives,
And the performance is secure.

5 He spake to Abraham and his seed,
"In thee shall all the earth be blessed :"
The memory of that ancient word,
Lay long in his eternal breast.

o 6 But now no more shall Israel wait;
No more the Gentiles lie forlorn :
e Lo, the Desire of nations comes;
Behold, the promised Seed is born!

1

HYMN 61. L. M.

Christ, our Priest and King.

NOW

Leeds. [*]

Rev. i. 5—7.

TOW to the Lord, who makes us know
The wonders of his dying love,

Be humble honours paid below,

• And strains of nobler praise above.

-2 'Twas he, who cleansed our foulest sins,
And washed us in his richest blood;
'Tis he, who makes us priests and kings,
And brings us rebels near to God.

o 3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest,
To Jesus, our superior King,
Be everlasting power confessed,
And every tongue his glory sing.

e 4 Behold, on flying clouds he comes,
And every eye shall see him move!

e Though with our sins we pierced him once, o Then he displays his pardoning love. e 5 The unbelieving world shall wail, o While we rejoice to see the day ·

Come, Lord, nor let thy promise fail,
Nor let thy chariot long delay.

HYMN 62. C. M.

Christmas. Devizes [*]

The Lamb of God worshipped. Rev. v. 11-13. 1 OME, let us join our cheerful songs, With angels round the throne;

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

o 2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry,

"To be exalted thus:"

"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, "For he was slain for us."

o 3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and power divine;

And blessings, more than we can give,
Be, Lord, forever thine.

o 4 Let all who dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,

u Conspire to lift thy glories high, And speak thine endless praise. 5 The whole creation join in one, To bless the sacred name

Of Him who sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

e l

HYMN 63. L. M. Oporto. [*]

Christ's Humiliation and Exaltation.

Rev. v. 12.

THAT equal honours shall we bring,
To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb;

When all the notes that angels sing,
Are far inferior to thy name?

2 Worthy is He, who once was slain,
The Prince of Life, who groaned and died,
Worthy to rise, and live, and reign

At his Almighty Father's side.

-3 Power and dominion are his due,
e Who stood condemned at Pilate's bar;
-Wisdom belongs to Jesus too,

e Though he was charged with madness there.
4 All riches are his native right,
e Yet he sustained amazing loss;

To him ascribe eternal might,
Who left his weakness on the cross.
o 5 Honour immortal must be paid,
Instead of scandal and of scorn;
While glory shines around his head,
And a bright crown without a thorn.
o 6 Blessings forever on the Lamb,
Who bore the curse for wretched men !
g Let angels sound his sacred name,
And every creature say, AMEN.

HYMN 64. S. M. Dover.
Adoption. 1 John iii. 1, &c.

BE

Newton. [*]

Gal. vi. 6

EHOLD! what wondrous grace
The Father hath bestowed

On sinners of a mortal race,

To call them sons of God!

2 'Tis no surprising thing,

That we should be unknown;
The Jewish world knew not their King,
God's everlasting Son.

3 Nor does it yet appear,

How great we must be made; But when we see our Saviour here, We shall be like our head.

4 A hope, so much divine,

May trials well endure;

May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ the Lord is pure.

5 If in my Father's love
I share a filial part,

Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.

6 We would no longer lie

Like slaves beneath the throne;

My faith shall Abba, Father, cry,
And thou the kindred own.

HYMN 65. L. M.

Wells. [*]

The World subjected to Christ. Rev. xi. 15.

'LET the seventh haard, through all the sky!

ET the seventh angel sound on high!

Kings of the earth, with glad accord, Give up your kingdoms to the Lord. g 2 Almighty God, thy power assume, Who wast, and art, and art to come; Jesus, the Lamb who once was slain, Forever live, forever reign!

d 3 The angry nations fret and roar, That they can slay the saints no more; • On wings of vengeance flies our God, To pay the long arrears of blood.

g

4 Now must the rising dead appear; Now the decisive sentence hear: o Now the dear martyrs of the Lord Receive an infinite reward.]

HYMN 66. L. M. Portugal. [*]

Christ the King, at his Table. Sol. Song, i. 2-5, 12,

1

13, 17.

ET him embrace my soul, and prove
Line interest in his heavenly love;

The voice that tells me thou art mine,
Exceeds the blessings of the vine.
2 On thee th' anointing Spirit came,
And spreads the savour of thy name;
That oil of gladness, and of grace,
Draws virgin souls to meet thy face.

e 3 Jesus, allure me by thy charms,-
My soul shall fly into thine arms!
Our wandering feet thy favours bring
To the fair chambers of the King.
-4 (Wonder and pleasure tune our voice,
To speak thy praises, and our joys;
Our memory keeps this love of thine,
Beyond the taste of richest wine.)

5 Though in ourselves deformed we are,
And black as Kedar's tents appear;
Yet when we put thy beauties on,
Fair as the courts of Solomon.

6 (While at his table sits the King,
He loves to see us smile and sing,
Our graces are our best perfume,

And breathe like spikenard round the room.)

7 As myrrh, new bleeding from the tree,
Such is a dying Christ to me:

And while he makes my soul his guest,
My bosom, Lord, shall be thy rest.

8 No beams of cedar or of fir

Can with thy courts on earth compare:
And here we wait, until thy love

Raise us to nobler seats above.]

HYMN 67. L. M. Sicilian. Moreton. [b*]

1

THO

Seeking the Pastures of Christ. Sol. Song, i. 7. HOU, whom my soul admires above All earthly joy and earthly lovee Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know, Where do thy sweetest pastures grow? e 2 Where is the shadow of that rock, That from the sun defends thy flock? Fain would I feed among thy sheep, Among them rest, among them sleep. 3 Why should thy bride appear like one, That turns aside to paths unknown? • My constant feet would never rove,Would never seek another love.

• 4 The footsteps of thy flock I see;

Thy sweetest pastures here they be;
A wondrous feast thy love prepares,
Bought with thy wounds, and groans, and tears.
e 5 His dearest flesh he makes my food,
And bids me drink his richest blood;

o Here, to these hills, my soul would come,
Till my Beloved lead me home.

HYMN 68. L. M. Oporto. [*]
Banquet of Love. Sol. Song, ii. 1—7.

1 [BEHOLD the Rose of Sharon here,

The Lily which the valleys bear;
Behold the Tree of Life, that gives
Refreshing fruit, and healing leaves.
2 Amongst the thorns so lilies shine :
Amongst wild gourds, the noble vine:
So in my eyes my Saviour proves,
Amidst a thousand meaner loves.