d 7 Thou hast redeem'd our souls with blood; Hast set the pris'ners free: Hast made us kings and priests to God; g 8 The worlds of nature and of grace Are put beneath thy power: Then shorten these delaying days; And bring the promis'd hour. E HYMN 2. L. M. Castle-Street. [*] The Deity and Humanity of Christ. John i, 1, 3, 14; Col. i, 16; and Eph. iii, 9, 10. With God he was; the Word was God! 2 By his own power were all things made; Or count the number of thy years ?] p 4 But lo, he leaves those heavenly formsThe Word descends and dwells in clay : That he may hold converse with worms, Dress'd in such feeble flesh as they. o 5 Mortals with joy beheld his face, Th' eternal Father's only Son; e How full of truth! how full of grace! When through his eyes the Godhead shone. g 6 Archangels leave their high abode, To learn new myst'ries here, and tell The love of our descending God,— The glories of Immanuel. 1 HYMN 3. S. M. St. Thomas's. [*] B EHOLD, the grace appears! Mary, the wondrous virgin, bears, 2 [The Lord, the highest God, He bids him rule the lands abroad, The nations shall his grace obtain, 4 To bring the glorious news, 5 'Go, humble swains,' said he, "The promis'd Infant, born to-day, 'Does in a manger lie. 6 'With looks and hearts serene, -And straight a flaming troop was seen; 07 'And heavenly peace on earth; 'Good will to men, to angels joy, 'At the Redeemer's birth.' -8 [In worship so divine, Let saints employ their tongues'; g 9 'And heavenly peace on earth ; 'Good will to men, to angels joy, At our Redeemer's birth.'] HYMN 4. Referred to 2d psalm. HYMN 5. C. M. Canterbury. Isle of Wight. [b] Submission to Afflictive Providence. Job i, 21. NAKED, And crept to life at first, We to the earth return again, And mingle with our dust. e 2 The dear delights we here enjoy, And fondly call our own, Are but short favours borrow'd now, To be repaid anon. -3 'Tis God, who lifts our comforts high, He gives-and (blessed be his name!) a 4 Peace, all our angry passions, then, Be silent at his sovereign will, o 5 If smiling mercy crown our lives, e And we'll adore the justice too, That strikes our comforts dead. e 1 HYMN 6. C. M. Sunday. [*] God, I p I yield my body to the dust, To dwell with fellow clay. -2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave, And trample on the tombs; o My Jesus, my Redeemer, lives, My God, my Saviour comes. o 3 The mighty conqu'ror shall appear, And death, the last of all his foes, e 4 Though greedy worms devour my skin, o 5 Then shall I see thy lovely face, L HYMN 7. C. M. Sunday. [*] The trumpet of the gospel sounds, o 2 'Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls, e 'And vainly strive, with earthly toys, 'To fill an empty mind : 0 3 'Eternal wisdom has prepar'd 'A soul-reviving feast; 'And bids your longing appetites "The rich provision taste. o 4 'Ho! ye who pant for living streams, 'And pine away, and die; e o 'Here you may quench your raging thirst, 'With springs that never dry. o 5 'Rivers of love, and mercy here, 'In a rich ocean join; 'Salvation, in abundance, flows, 'Like floods of milk and wine. d 6 ['Ye perishing and naked poor, "Who work with mighty pain, "To weave a garment of your own, "That will not hide your sin ;— 7 'Come naked-and adorn your souls 'In robes prepar'd by God; 'Wrought by the labours of his Son, 'And dyed in his own blood.'] e 8 [Dear God! the treasures of thy love Are everlasting mines; Deep as our helpless miseries are, o 9 The happy gates of gospel grace -Lord, we are come to seek supplies, HYMN 8. C. M. Mear. [*] 1HOW And beauty of the land! a 2 Bulwarks of mighty grace defend The city where we dwell; The walls of strong salvation made, s 3 Lift up the everlasting gates,- d Enter, ye nations, that obey The statutes of our King. o 4 Here shall you taste unmingled joys, And live in perfect peace; You who have known Jehovah's name, Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells, d 6 What though the rebels dwell on high; The ruins of her wall shall spread HYMN 9. C. M. Zion. [*] Proffered Grace. Isa. lv, 1, 2; Zech. xiii, 1; Mic. vii, 19; Ezek. xxxvi, 25, &c. e 1 N vain we lavish out our lives, To gather empty wind; The choicest blessings, earth can yield, o 2 Come-and the Lord shall feed our souls. With more substantial meat; With such as saints in glory love, -3 Our God will every want supply, o 4 Come, and he'll cleanse our spotted souls, And wash away our stains e In the dear fountain, that his SonPour'd from his dying veins. 5 [Our guilt shall vanish all away, Though black as hell before; |