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CHRIST.

HIS INCARNATION.

HYMN 43. C. M. Medley.

Exeter, Irish, Braintree.

Incarnation of Christ.

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12"Jesus, the God whom angels fear,
"Comes down to dwell with you;
"To-day he makes his entrance here,
"But not as monarchs do.
3No gold nor purple swaddling bands,
"Nor royal shining things;
"A manger for his cradle stands,
"And holds the King of kings.

MORTALS, awake, with angels join, 4 "Go, shepherds, where the infant lies,

And chaut the solemn lay: Joy, love, and gratitude combine To hail the auspicious day. 2 In heaven the rapt'rous song began, And sweet seraphic fire Through all the shining legions ran, And strung and tun'd the lyre. 3Swift through the vast expanse it flew, And loud the echo roll'd; The theme, the song, the joy was new, 'Twas more than heaven could hold. 4 Down through the portals of the sky Th' impetuous torrent ran; And angels flew with eager joy, To bear the news to man. 5 Hark! the cherubic armies shout, And glory leads the song; Good-will and peace are heard thro'out Th' harmonious heavenly throng.]

HYMN 44. L. M. J. C. W.

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Hotham, Bath-Abbey. Nativity of Christ. 1H ARK! the herald-angels sing, "Glory to the new-born King: "Peace on earth, and mercy mild, "God and sinners reconcil'd." 2 Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumphs of the skies; With the angelic hosts proclaim, "Christ is born in Bethlehem!" 3 Christ, by highest heaven ador'd, Christ, the everlasting Lord; Late in time behold him come, Offspring of a virgin's womb. 4 Veil'd in flesh the Godhead see, Hail th' incarnate Deity! Pleas'd as man with men t' appear, Jesus, our Immanuel, here.

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"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 heavenly 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 our useless tongues When they forget to praise. 8 Glory to God that reigns above, That pitied us forlorn, We join to sing our Maker's love, For there's a Saviour born. HYMN 46. C. M.

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Patrick or Tate. *

St. Martins, Missionary, Braintree.
Nativity of Christ.

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
"To human view display'd; [find
"All meanly wrapt in swathing-bands,
"And in a manger laid."

5 Thus spake the seraph, aud forthwith
Appear'd a shining throng
Of angels, praising God, and thus
Address'd their joyful song:
6" All glory be to God on high!
"And to the earth be peace!
"Good will henceforth from heaven to

Begin and never cease?" re

HYMN 47. 6's & 10's. Milton altered.

Courtney, Auspicious Morn.

Angels proclaiming the birth of Christ. nor battle's sound

Nwas heard the world around,

No hostile chiefs to furious combat ran;
But peaceful was the night,
In which the Prince of light
His reign of peace upon the earth began.
2 The shepherds on the lawn,

Before the point of dawn,
In social circle sat, while all around
The gentle fleecy brood,

Or cropp'd the flow'ry food, [ground. Or slept, or sported on the verdant 3 When lo! with ravish'd ears,

Each swain delighted hears [hand; Sweet musick, offspring of no mortal Divinely warbled voice,

Answ'ring the stringed noise, With blissful rapture charm'd the list'ning band.

4 Sounds of so sweet a tone

Before were never known, [sung,
But when of old the sons of morning
While God dispos'd in air
Each constellation fair, [hung.
And the well balanc'd world on hinges
5 Hail, hail, auspicious morn!

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Eaton, Quercy, Portugal.
Our Example.

The serpent blended with the dove,
AND is the gospel peace and love!

Such let our conversation be;

Wisdom and meek simplicity.

2 Whene'er the angry passions rise,
And tempt our thoughts or tongues to
To Jesus let us lift our eyes, [strife,
Bright pattern of the Christian life!
30, how benevolent and kind!
How mild how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,"
And these the rules by which we live.
4 To do his heavenly Father's will
Was his employment and delight;
Humility and holy zeal

Shone through his life divinely bright!
5 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labours of his life were love;
O, if we love the Saviour's name,
By his example let us move.

The Saviour Christ is born: [blime) 1 (Such was th' immortal seraph's song suGlory to God in heaven!

To man sweet peace be given, [time!! Sweet peace and friendship to the end of

LIFE AND MINISTRY.

HYMN 43. C. M. Rippon's S lec.

St. Asaphs, Irish, Hymn Second.
The Redeemer's message.
'The Saviour promis'd long! [comes,
ARK, the glad sound, the Saviour

Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.
2 On him, the Spirit, largely pour'd,
Exerts his sacred fire;
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love
His holy breast inspire.

3 He comes, from thickest films of vice!
To clear the mental ray;
And, on the eyes oppress'd with night,
To pour celestial day.
4 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.

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Hark! his expiring groans arise!
See, from his hands, his feet, his side,
Runs down the sacred crimson tide!
2 And didst thou bleed?-for sinners bleed?
And could the sun behold the deed?
No he withdrew his sick'ning ray,
And darkness veil'd the mourning day.
Can I survey this scene of wo,
insensible to love or pain?
Where mingling grief and wonder flow;
And yet my heart unmov'd remain,

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Come, dearest Lord! thy grace impart, Till all its powers and passions move To warm this cold, this stupid heart, In melting grief and ardent love.

HYMN 51. L. M. Dr. S. Stenpett. b

Munich, Limehouse, German.

It is finish'd. 3'TIS finish'd! so the Saviour cried,

And meekly bow'd his head,and died: 'Tis finish'd-yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the victory won. 2'Tis finish'd-all that Heaven decreed, And all the ancient prophets said

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In full assembly meet,

To wait his high commands,
And worship at his feet,
Joyful they come, From realins of day
And wing their way] To Jesus' tomb.

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Then back to heaven they fly
The joyful news to bear;
Hark! as they soar on high,
What musick fills the air!

Their anthems say, "Hath left the dead;
"Jesus, who bled, He rose to-day."

Ye mortals! catch the sound-
Redeem'd by him from hell,
And send the echo round

The globe on which you dwell; Transported, cry- "Hath left the dead, "Jesus, who bled, No more to die." 5 All hail, triumphant Lord,

Who sav'st us with thy blood!
Wide be thy name ador'd,
Thou rising, reigning God;
With thee we rise, And empires gain
With thee we reign, Beyond the skies.

HYMN 53. 7s. Rippon's Selection. *
Easter Hymn, Bath-Abbey.
The Resurrection.

Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er; Lo! he sets in blood no more. 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the sea!, Christ hath burst the gates of hell; Death in vain forbids his rise, Christ hath open'd paradise. 4 Lives again our glorious King!

Where, O death is now thy sting??? Once he died, our souls to save; "Where's thy victory, boasting grave?" 5 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven! Praise to thee by both be given! Thee we greet triumphant now, Hail! the resurrection--thou.

HYMN 54. 7s. Gibbons.

Hampton, Finedon.

The resurrection and ascension.
NGELS! roll the rock away!

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A Death: yield up the mighty prey;

See! he rises from the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.

Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!
2'Tis the Saviour! angels, raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise!
Let the earth's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.
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3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes!
Now to glory see him rise,
In long triumph, up the sky-
Up to waiting worlds on high.
4 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs !
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres!
Shout, O earth, in rapturous song,
Let the strains be sweet and strong! Hal.

ASCENSION OF CHRIST.

Hal.

HYMN 55. L. M. Wesley's Coll.
Truro, Castle-Street, Nantwich.

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Christ's ascension.

UR Lord is risen from the dead; Our Jesus is gone up on high: The powers of hell are captive led Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits; And angels chant the solemn lay: "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! "Ye everlasting doors, give way!"

CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day! 3 Loose all your bars of massy light

Sons of men and angels say!
Raise your joys and triumphs high!
Sing, ye heavens, and earth, reply.
2 Love's redeeming work is done--
Fought the fight, the battle won;

And wide unfold the radiant scene
He claims those mansions as his right
Receive the King of glory in.

"Who is the King of glory, who ?:
The Lord, that all his foes o'ercame;

The world, sin,death and hell o'erthrew; 3 Hence, then, ye black despairing tho'ts!

And Jesus is the conqueror's name. 5 Lo his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay, "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, "Ye everlasting doors, give way! "Who is the King of glory, who?" The Lord, of boundless power possest; The King of saints and angels too; God over all, forever blest.

HYMN 56. L. M. Watts's Miscellan.

Antigua, Psalm Ninety-seventh.

The humiliation, exulation, and triumps of Christ.

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Above our fears, above our faults
His powerful intercessions rise;
And guilt recedes, and terror dies.
4 In every dark, distressful hour,
When sin and Satan join their power,
Let this dear hope repel the dart,
That Jesus bears us on his heart.
5 Great Advocate, almighty Friend,
On him our humble hopes depend:
For Jesus pleads, and must prevail.
Our cause can never, never fail,

DOMINION OF CHRIST.

HE mighty frame of glorious grace, HYMN 58. H. M. Rippon's Selec. & That brightest monument of praise That e'er the God of love design'd, Employs and fills my lab'ring mind. 2 Begin, my soul, the heavenly song, 1

A burden for an angel's tongue:
When Gabriel sounds these awful things,
He tunes and summons all his strings.
3 Proclaim inimitable love!

Jesus, the Lord of worlds above,
Puts off the beams of bright array,
And veils the God in mortal clay.
4 He, that distributes crowns and thrones,
Hangs on a tree, and bleeds, and groans
The Prince of life resigns his breath-
The King of glory bows to death.
5 But see the wonders of his power!
He triumphs in his dying hour;
And, while by Satan's rage he fell,
He dash'd the rising hopes of hell.
6 Thus were the hosts of death subdued,
And sin was drown'd in Jesus' blood;
Then he arose, and reigns above,
And conquers sinners by his love.
7 Who shall fulfil this boundless song!
The theme surmounts an angel's tongue!
How low, how vain are mortal airs,
When Gabriel's nobler harp despairs!

INTERCESSION OF CHRIST.

HYMN 57. L. M. Stecle. *
Bath, Angel's Hymn.
Intercession of Christ.

1HE lives! the great Redeemer lives!

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Triumph, Portsmouth.
The kingdom of Christ.
REJOICE! the Lord is King;
Your God and King adore;
Mortals, give thanks and sing,
And triumph evermore.

Lift
up the heart, | Rejoice aloud,
Lift up the voice, Ye saints,rejoice,
Rejoice! the Saviour reigns-
The God of truth and love;
When he had purg'l our stains,
He took his seat above:
Lift up the heart, | Rejoice aloud,
Lift up the voice, Ye saints,rejoice.
His kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o'er earth and heaven;
The keys of death and hell
Are to our Jesus given:
Lift up the heart, | Rejoice aloud,
Lift up the voice, Ye saints, rejoice.
Rejoice in glorious hope!

Jesus, the Judge, shall come,
And take his servants up
To their eternal home:
We soon shall hear

The trump of God
Th' archangel's voice: Shall sound,rejoice.

CHARACTERS OF CHRIST.
ALPHABETICALLY ARRANGED.

(What joy the blest assurance gives!) HYMN 59. L. M. Rippon's Selec. *

And now, before his Father, God,
Pleads the full merit of his blood.
2 Repeated crimes awake our fears,
And justice arm'd with frowns appears;
But in the Saviour's lovely face
Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace.

Eaton, All Saints.
Advocate.

1 WHERE is my God? does he retire

Beyond the reach of humble sighs? Are these weak breathings of desire Too languid to ascend the skies?

2 No, Lord! the breathings of desire,
The weak petition, if sincere,
Is not forbidden to aspire,
But reaches thy all-gracious ́ear.

3 Look up, my soul, with cheerful eye,
See where the great Redeemer stands,-
The glorious Advocate on high,
With precious incense in his hands!
4 He sweetens every humble groan,
He recommends each broken prayer;
Recline thy hope on him alone,
Whose power and love forbid despair.
5 Teach my weak heart, O gracious Lord!
With stronger faith to call thee mine;
Bid me pronounce the blissful word,
My Father, God, with joy divine.

HYMN 60. C. M. Tplady.

Bedford, Cambridge.

All in all.

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COMPARD with Christ, in all beside

No comeliness I see; The one thing needful, dearest Lord,

Is to be one with thee.

2 The sense of thy expiring love

Into my soul convey: Thyself bestow for thee alone, My ALL IN ALL I pray. 3 Less than thyself will not suffice My comfort to restore: More than thyself I cannot crave; And thou canst give no more.

4 Loved of my God, for him again
With love intense I'd burn:
Chosen of thee, ere time began,
I'd choose thee in return.

5 What'er consists not with thy love,
O teach me to resign:
I'm rich to all th' intents of bliss,
If thou, O God, art mine.

HYMN 61. L.M. Watts's Sermons.orb
Limehouse, Portugal, Bath.

Christ the eternal life.

Jaray, our Savijesty and our God,

Array'd in majesty and blood, Thou art our life; our souls in thee Possess a full felicity.

2 All our immortal hopes are laid
In thee, our surety and our head;
Thy cross, thy cradle and thy throne
Are big with glories yet unknown.

A word of thy almighty breath Dooms the rebellious world to death. 4 But let my soul forever lie Beneath the blessings of thine eye: 'Tis heaven on earth, 'tis heaven above To see thy face and taste thy love.

HYMN 62. C. M. Cowper. *

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Carthage, St. Asaphs.
-Praise for the fountain opened.
HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners,plung'd beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day;
O may I there, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away:

3 Dear dying Lamb! thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be sav'd, to sin no more.

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E'er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.

5 Then, in a nobler, sweeter_song,

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I'll sing thy power to save, [tongue When this poor lisping, stammering Lies silent in the grave.

HYMN 63. C. M. Doddridge.
Abridge, Barby..
Head of the church.

JESUS, I sing thy matchless grace,

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Gives me among thy saints a place To make thy glories known.

2 Allied to thee, our vital Head, We act, and grow, and thrive; From thee divided, each is dead When most he seems alive. 3 Thy saints on earth, and those above, Here join in sweet accord: One body all in mutual love,

And thou our common Lord. 4 Thou the whole body wilt present Before thy Father's face;

Nor shall a wrinkle or a spot
Its beauteous form disgrace.

HYMN 64. C. M. Steele. Knaresborough, Archdale. King of saints.

3 Let atheists scoff, and Jews blaspheme 1 COME, ye that love the Saviour's

Th' eternal life and Jesus' name;

And joy to make it known; [name,

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