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I wil sing with the Spirit, and I will sing with tbe understanding also.
CELEBRATING THE MYSTERIES AND CHIEF FESTIVALS
ор THE YEAR, ACCORDING TO THE MANNER OF THE ANCIENT CHŮRCH; FITTED TO THE FANCY AND DEVOTION OF THE YOUNGER AND PIOUS PERSONS : APT FOR MEMORY, AND TO BE JOINED TO THEIR OTHER PRAYERS.
Hymns for Advent, or the Weeks immediutely before the Birth
of our Blessed Saviour.
Arise, arise ;
Our fainting eyes
One day of Eden's seven:
Of sin and death,
Wherein each vile neglected place,
Gilt with the aspect of thy face,
How long, dear God, how long!
Knit and combin'd
Pity our multitude;
Lord, we are vile and rude,
O haste apace,
Spruce, as the childhood of the year,
The second Hymn for Advent; or, Christ's coming to
Jerusalem in triumph.
LORD, come away;
Why dost thou stay?
With longing expectation wait
Profane that holy place,
Where thou hast chose to set thy face.
The stones out of the temple-wall
Shall cry aloud and call Hosannah! and thy glorious footsteps greet.- Amen.
Hymns for Christmas Day.
Yet such was he
Sheep to the Shepherd-Lamb.
Bring all the world into thy fold;
Let Jews and Gentiles hither come
And call thy lambs, that wander, home.
Glory be to God on high ;
The second Hymn; being a Dialogue between three Shepherds.
1. Where is this blessed Babe,
That hath made
That crowns each nation
2. Where should he be but in the throng,
An ox, and mule, stand and behold,
Him, that can thunder.
Chorus. O what a gracious God have we!
How good, how great!—ev'n as our misery.
The third Hymn: of Christ's Birth in an Inn.
The blessed Virgin travaild without pain,
And lodged in an inn;
A glorious star the sign,
For there He lay,
And then he comes,
That pays all sums, Ev’n the whole price of lost humanity,
And sets us free
From the ungodly empery
And in our breast
Be pleas’d to rest,
And cause, that sin
A Hymn upon St. John's Duy.
Who in his bosom lay,
And kept the keys
Which, to the world dispensed by his hand,
Made it stand
To anticipate, by their ravish'd sight,
The beauty of celestial delight.
Shall fall away,
And, in this last supper, I
For ever, in eternity. Hallelujah.
Upon the Day of the Holy Innocents.
At the obsequies
Of their babes, that cry
He, that came with life to all,
Which now does ride
Trampling upon Herod's pride; Passing, from their fontinels of clay, To heaven a milky and a bloody way.
All their tears and groans are dead,
And they to rest and glory fled; Lord, who wert pleas’d so many babes should fall, Whilst each sword hop'd that ev'ry of the all Was the desired King: make us to be In innocence like them, - in glory, Thee. - Amen.