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6 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of peace, For lo! the incarnate Saviour comes,
With news of joy from heaven!
14 Mercy and truth, with sweet accord,
His rising beams adorn;
Let heaven and carth in concert sing, 1 HAIL, thou long-expected JESUS,
“The promised child is born!" Born to set thy people free!
5 Glory to God, in highest strains, From our sins and fears release us,
By highest worlds is paid; Let us find our rest in thee.
Be glory, then, by us proclaim'd, 2 Israel's strength and consolation,
And by our lives display'd;
16 Till we attain those blissful realms, Joy of every waiting heart.
Where now our Saviour reigns
To rival these celestial choirs 3 Born thy people to deliver,
In their immortal strains !
HYMN 45. III. 1.
11 HARK! the herald angels sing Rule in all our hearts alone;
Glory to the new-born King; By thine all-sufficient merit
Peace on earth, and mercy mild; Raise us to thy glorious throne.
God and sinners reconciled!
2 Joyful all ye nations rise,
Juin the triumphs of the skies;
With the angelic hosts proclaim
CHRIST is born in Bethlehem !
3 CARIST, by highest heaven adored, 1 WHILE shepherds watch'd their flocks
CHRIST, the everlasting LORD by night, All seated on the ground,
Late in time behold him come The angel of the LORD came down,
Offspring of the virgin's womb And glory shone around.
14 Veild in flesh the GODHEAD see. 2 « Fear not,” said he, for mighty dread
Hail the incarnate Deity, Had seized their troubled ciind;
Pleased, as man, with man to dwell « Glad tidings of great joy I bring
JESUS, now EMANUEL ! “To you, and all mankind.
5 Risen with healing in his wings, 9 * To you, in David's town, this day
Light and life to all he brings; “Is born, cf David's line,
Hail the Sun of Righteousness, “The Saviour, who is CHRIST the Lor
Hail the heaven-born Prince of peace. “And this shall be the sign:
HYMN 46. 4 “ 'The heavenly babe you there shall find “To human view display'd,
Chorus. "All meanly wrapt in swathing bands,
SHOUT the glad tidings, exultingly sing; " And in a manger laid."
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King.. 5 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith i Zion! the marvellous story be telling, Appeard a shining throng
The Son of the Highest, how lowly his Of angels, praising God, who thus
birth! Addressed their joyfal song:
The brightest archangel in glory excelling, 6 - All glory be to God on high,
He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns upon « And to the earth be peace;
earth. “Good will, henceforth, from heaven to men,
Chorus “Begin and never cease.”
Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing; HYMN 44. C. M. 1 Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. 1 WHILE angels thus, D LORD, rejoice, 2 Tell how he cometh, from nation to Shall men no anthem raise?
ration, O may we lose these useless tongues,
The heart-cheering news let the earth When we forget to praise !
echo round; 2 Then let us swell responsive notes,
How free to the faithful he offers salvation And join the heavenly throng;
How his people with joy everlasting are For angels no such love have known
crown'd. As we, to wake their song.
Chorus. 8 Good-will to sinful dust is shown. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing;' Aud peace on earth is given;
|Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King
8 Mortals ! your homage be gratefully 13 Bul lo! the gracious Saviour pleada; bringing,
"The barren fig-tree spare, And sweet let the gladsome hosanna " Another year in mercy wait, arise ;
“It get may bloom and bear: Ye angels! The full hallelujah he singing, 14 « But if my culture prove in vain, One chorus resound through the earth «And still no fruit be found, and the skies:
"I plead no more; destroy the tree, Chorus
“And root it from thy ground." Bhout the glad tidings, exultingly sing,
HYMN 50. L. M.
1 THE GOD of life, whose constant car
With blessings crowns each opening year, 1 THE race that long in darkness pined
My scanty span doth still prolong,
And wakes anew mine anual song.
12 How many precious souls are filed 2 To hail thy rising, Sun of life!
To the vast regions of the dead,
Since to this day the changing sun
Through his last yearly period run!
3 We yet survive; but who can say, 3 For thou our burden hast removed;
“Or through this year, or month, or day,
"I shall relain this vital breath, The oppressor's reign is broke; Thy fiery conflict with the foe
« Thus far, at least, in league with death Has burst his cruel yoke.
14 That breath is thine, cternal GOD 4 To us the promised Child is born;
'Tis thine to fix my soul's abode; To us the Sun is given;
It holds its life from thee alone, Him shall the tribes of earth obey,
On earth, or in the world unknown. And all the hosts of heaven.
5 To thee our spirits we resign, 5 His name shall be the Prince of Peace,
Make them and own them still as thine; For evermore adored;
So shall they live secure from fear, The Wonderful, the Counsellor,
Though death should blast the rising yes. The mighty God, and LORD.
6 Thy children panting to be gone 6 His power increasing still shall spread, May bid the tide of time roll on, His reign no end shall know;
To land them on that happy shore, Justice shall guard his throne abo
Where years and death are known no more And peace abound below.
7 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach that place;
No groans, to mingle with the songs
Resounding from inunortal tongues : 1 TIME hastens on; ye longing saints, 8 No more alarms from ghostly foes; Now raise your voices high,
No cares to break the long repose; And magnify that sovereign love
No midnight shade, no clouded sun, Which shows salvation nigh.
But sacred, high, eternal noon. 2 As tipse departs salvation comes,
9 0, long expected year! begin ; Each moment brings it near : Then welcome each declining day;
Dawn on this world of wo and sin;
Fain would we leave this weary road, Welcome each closing year.
To sleep in death, and rest with God. 3 Not many years their course shall run, Not many mornings rise,
HYMN 31. C. M. Ere all its glories stand reveal'd
1 AS o'er the past my memory strays, To our transported eyes.
Why heaves the secret sigh?
"T is that I mourn departed days,
Still unprepared to die. I SEE, in the vineyard of the LORD,
2 The world and worldly things beloved A harren fig-tree stands;
My arxious thoughts employ'd ; No fruit ir yields, nu blossom bears,
And time unhallow'd, unimproved, Though planted by His hands.
Presents a fearful void. 2 From year to year the tree He views. 13 Yet, tuly Father, wild despair And still no fruit is formed;
Chase from my lab'ring hreast; Then “Cut it down," the LORD commands, Thy grace it is which prompts the pray * Why cumbers it the ground
That grace can do the rest
1? The worla pared to die.ed dara,
4 My life's brief remnant all be thine! (He comes to break oppression, And when thy sure decree
To set the captive free, Bids me this fleeting breath resign,
To take away transgression, O speed my soul to Thee,
And rule in equity.
12 He comes with succor speedy
To those who suffer wrong,
To help the poor and needy,
And bid the weak be strong ;
To give them songs for sighing, 1 HOW beauteous are their feet
Their darkness turn to light, Who stand on Zion's hill;
Whose souls, condemn'd and dying Who bring salvation on their torgues,
Were precious in his sight. And words of peace reveal !
3 He shall descend like showers 2 How charming is their voice!
Upon the fruitful earth; How sweet their tidings are !
And love and joy, like flowers, " Zion, behold thy Saviour-King,
Spring in his path to birth : “He reigns and triumphs here."
Before him, on the mountains, 3 How happy are our ears
Shall peace, the herald, go;
And righteousness, in fountains,
14 To him shall prayer unceasing, 4 How blessed are our eyes
And daily vows, ascend; That see this heavenly light!
His kingdom still increasing, Prophets and kings desired it long
A kingdom without end : But died without the sight.
The tide of time shall never 5 The watchmen join their voice,
IIis covenant remove; And tuneful notes employ;
His name shall stand for ever; Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
That name to us is Love. And deserts learn the joy.
HYMN 55. C. M. 6 The LORD makes bare his arm
Isaiah ij. 2-5. Through all the earth abroad:
11 O'ER mountain tops the mount of God Let every nation now behold
In latter days shall rise,
Above the summits of the hills,
And draw the wond'ring eyes.
12 To this the joyful Nations round,
Up to the mount of God, they 'll say, Exalt thy tow'ring head and lift thine eyes!! And to his house we'll go. See heaven its sparkling portals wide dis-(The beams that shine from Zion's hill play,
Shall lighten every land; And break upon thee in a fluod of day! The King who reigns in Salem's towers 2 See a long race thy spacious courts adorn. I shall all the world command. See future sons and daughters yet unborn, 14 Among the nations he shall judge, In crowding ranks on every side arise, His judgments truth shall guide ; Demanding life, impatient for the skies! His sceptre shall protect the just, 3 See barb'rous nations at thy gates attend. And crush the sinner's pride. Walk in thy light, and in thỹ temple bend! 5 For peaceful implements shall men See thy bright altars throng'd with prog-| Exchange their swords and spears; trate kings,
Nor shall they study war again While every land its joyous tribute brings ! Throughout those happy years. 4 The seas shall waste, the skies to smoke 6 Come, O ye house of Jacob! come decay,
away ; To worship at His shrine; Rocks fall to dust, and mountains meltAnd, walking in the light of GOD, But fix'd his word, his saving power re With holy graces shine. mains;
(reigns. Thy realm 'shall last, thy own Messiah
HYMN 56. III 1.
Litany. 1 HAIL to the LORD'S Anointed,
I SAVIOUR, when in dust, to theo Great David's greater son;
Low we bow the adoring knee; Hail in the time appointed,
When, repentant, to the skies His reigu on earth begun !
Scarce we lift our streaming eyes
0, by all thy pain, and wo,
16 O keep me in thy heavenly way, Suffer'd once for man below,
And bid the tempter flee; Bending from thy throne on high,
And let me never, never stray Hear our solemn litany.
From happiness and thee. 2 By thy birth and early years,
HYMN 59. C. M.
11 HOW oft, alas. this wretched heart In the lonely wilderness :
Has wander'd from the LORD! By thy victory in the hour
How oft my ruving thoughts depart, of the subtle templer's power;
Forgetful of his word! JESUS, 'vok with pitying eye;
2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, “ Return; Hear our solemn litany.
Dear LORD, and may I come? 3 By thine hour of dark despair,
My vile ingratitude 1 moumu; By thine agony of prayer,
0, take the wand'rer home. By the purple robe of scurn,
3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive, By thy wounds, thy crown of thorn;
And bid my crimes rernove ? By thy cross, thy pangs and cries;
And shall a pardon'c rebel live By thy perfect sacrifice;
| To speak thy wond'rous love? Jesus, look with pitying eye; Hear our solemn litany.
14 Almighty grace, thy healing power,
How glorious, how divine! 4 By thy deep expiring groan,
(That can to life and bliss restore By the seal'd sepulchral stone,
So vile a heart as mine.
5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweety Mighty God, ascended LORD,
Dear Savivur, I adore;. To thy throne in heaven restored,
O keep me at thy sacred feet, Prince and Saviour, hear our cry,
And let me rove no more.
HYMN 60. L M.
10 THOU, to whose all-searching sight 1 MY GOD, permit me not to be
The darkness shineth as the light, A stranger to myself and thee:
Search, prove my heart; it looks to thee, Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
O burst its bonds, and set it free! Forgetful of my highest love.
2 Wash out its stains, remove its dross, 2 Why slould my passions mix with earth, Bind my affections to the cross; And thus debase my heavenly birth? Hallow each thought, let all within Why should I cleave to things below, Be clean, as thou, my LORD, art clean And all my purest joys forego?
3 If in this darksome wild 1 stray, 3 Call me away froin flesh and sense; Be thou my light, be thou my way; Thy grace, O LORD, can draw me thence: No foes, no violence I fear, I would obey the voice divine,
No harm, while thou, my God, art near And all inferior joys resign.
4 When rising dods my soul o'erflow, HYMN 58. C. M.
When sinks my heart in waves of wo,
JESUS, thy timely aid impart, 1 ALAS, what hourly dangers rise !
And raise my head, and cheer my heart What snares beset my way! To heaven, O let me lift mine eyes,
5 Saviour! where'er thy step, I see, And hourly watch and pray.
Dauntless, untired, I follow thee;
O let thy hand support me still, 2 flow oft my mournful thoughts complain, And lead me to the holy bill And melt in flowing tears!
(See Hymns on Repentanas. My weak resistance, ah, how vain! How strong my foes and fears!
PASSION WEEK, AND GOOD 3 O gracious God, in whom I live,
HYMN 61. II. 4.
Isaiah lxiii. 1-4. 4 Increase my faith, recrease my hope, 11 WHO is this that comes from Edom. When foes and fears prevail;
All his raiment stain'd with blood, And bear my fainting spirit up,
To the captive speaking freedom Or soon my strength will fail.
Bringing and bestowing good; 5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart,
Glorious in the garb he wears, · Or lure my feet aside,
Glorious in the spoil he bears? My God, thy powerful aid impart,
2 'Tis the Saviour, now victorious, My guardian and my guide,
Trav’lling onward in his might;
"T the Saviour, how glorious
13 My conscience felt and own'd the guilt To his people is the sight!
And plunged me in despair; Satan conquer'd, and the grave,
I saw my sins kis bloud had spilt, JESUS now is strong to save.
And lielp'd to nail him there. 3 Why that blood his raiment staining? 14 Alas! I knew not what I did; 'T is the blood of many slain;
But now my tears are vain; Of his foes there's none remaining, Where shall my trembling soul be hid? None, the contest to maintain:
For I the LORD have slain. Fall'n they are, no more to rise,
15 A second look he gave, which said, All their glory prostrate lies.
“I freely all forgive; 4 Mighty Victor, reign for ever,
“This hlood is for thy ransom paid, Wear the crown so dearly won!
“I die that thou aray'st live. Never shall thy people, never,
16 Thus, while his death my sin displays Cease to sing what thou hast done!
In all its blackest hue, Thou hast fought thy people's foes;
(Such is the mystery of grace,) Thou hast heal'd thy people's woes!
It seals my pardon too.
HYMN 65. C. M.
11 FROM whence these direful omens
round, My richest gain I count but loss,
Which heaven and earth amaze! And pour contempt on all my pride.
Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
ground? Save in the cross of CHRIST my God: Why hides the sun his rays? All the vain things that charın me most,
12 Well may the earth astonish'd shake, I sacrifice then to thy blood.
And nature sympathize! 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, The sun as darkest night be black !
Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Their Maker, Jesus, dies !. Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?
3 Behold, fast streaming from the tree, Or thorns compose a Saviour's crown!
His all-atoning blood! 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine (Is this the Infinite? 't is he, That were a tribute far too small;
My Saviour and my God! Love so amazing, so divine,
4 For me these pangs his soul assail Demands my life, my soul, my all
For me this death is borne; HYMN 6. C. M. My sins gave sharpness to the nail, I BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind
And pointed every thorn. Naild to the shameful tree;
5 Let sin no more my soul enslave, How vast the love that him inclined
Break, LORD, its tyrant chain; To bleed and die for me!
O save me, whom thou cam'st to save,
Nor bleed, nor die in vain! 2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes,
HYMN 66 L M. And earthi's strong pillars bend!
St. John xix. 30. The temple's veil in sunder breaks,
1 'TIS finish'd-so the Saviour cried, The solid marbles rend.
And meekly bow'd his head and died; S'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid: 'T is finish'd- yes, the work is done, “Receive my soul!" he cries;
The battle fought, the victory won. See where he bows his sacred head!
2 'T is finish'd-all that heaven decreed He bows his head and dies !
And all the ancient propliets said, 4 But soon, he 'll break death's envious Is now fulfill'd, as long design'd, chain,
In me, the Saviour of mankind. And in full glory shine;
3 'T is finish'd-Aaron now no more O Lamb of GOD! was ever pain,
Must stain his robes with purple gore; Was ever love like thine!
The sacred veil is rent in twain,
And Jewish rites no more remain. 1 MY Saviour hanging on the tree,
14 "T is finish'd-this, my dying groan, In agonies and blood,
Shall sins of every kind atone; Methought once turn'd'his eyes on me, Millions shall be redeem'd from death, As near his cross I stood.
By this, my last expiring breath. 2 Sure, never, till my latest breath
5 'T is finish'd-heaven is reconciled, Can I forget that look;
And all he powers of darkness spoild It seem'd to charge me with his death, Peace, love, and happiness, again Though not a word he spoke.
Return and dwell with sinful men
And porno more m vrant charto'save,