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A Saviour, who is Christ the Lord.
Zeph. iii. 17. Cant. ii. 11, 12,
1 HARK! 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;
Nature rise and worship Him,
Who is born at Bethlehem.
3 Christ, by highest heaven ador'd,
Christ, the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the 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.
5 Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life around he brings,
Ris'n with healing in his wings.
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that men no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth;
Born to give them second birth.
Praise from all mankind.
1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations! bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.
2 His sovereign power, which all things made,
Gave life to clay, and form'd us men ;
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd
He brought us to his fold again.
3 We are his people, we his care,
He still supports our feeble frame;
What lasting honours shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name?
4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
5 Wide as the world is thy command;
Vast as eternity thy love;
Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
Immanuel is born. Luke i. 68, 69, 70.
1 ARISE, and hail the happy day;
Cast all low cares of life away,
And thought of meaner things:
This day to cure our deadly woes,
The Sun of Righteousness arose,
With healing in his wings.
2 If angels, on that happy morn
The Saviour of the world was born,
Pour'd forth their joyful songs;
Much more should we of human race,
Adore the wonders of his grace
To whom that grace belongs.
SO then let heaven and earth rejoice,
Let every creature join his voice,
To hymn the happy day,
When Satan's empire vanquish'd fell,
And all the powers of death and hell
Confess'd his sovereign sway.
Attraction of the Cross. John xii. 32.
1 BEHOLD th' amazing sight!
The Saviour lifted high!
Behold the Son of God's delight
Expire in agony !
2 We see, and we admire,
In sympathy of love;
We feel the strong attractive power
To lift our souls above.
3 Drawn by such cords as these,
Let all the earth combine,
With cheerful ardour to confess
The energy divine.
4 In him our hearts unite;
Nor share his griefs alone,
But from his cross pursue their flight
To his triumphant throne.
1 BEHOLD, where, breathing love divine, Our dying Master stands!
His weeping foll'wers, gath'ring round, Receive his last commands.
2 From that mild Teacher's parting lips
What tender accents fell!
The gentle precept which he gave
Became its author well.
3 Bless'd is the man whose soft'ning heart
Feels all another's pain;
To whom the supplicating eye
Was never rais'd in vain;
4 He spreads his kind supporting arms
To every child of grief;
His secret bounty largely flows,
And brings unask'd relief.
5 To gentle offices of love,
His feet are never slow :
He views through mercy's melting eye,
A brother in a foe.
To him protection shall be shown;
And mercy from above
Descend on those who thus fulfil
The perfect law of love.
Praise. Psa. xxix. 2; xxiv. 1; lxvii. 5.
1 JOY to the world! the Lord is come;
Let earth receive her King :
Let every heart prepare him room,
And heaven and nature sing.
2 Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns;
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains Repeat the sounding joy.
3 No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make his blessings flow
Far as the curse is found.
4 He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.
The Example of Jesus.
1 BEHOLD, where in a mortal form
Appears each grace divine;
The virtues all in Jesus meet,
With mildest radiance shine.
2 To spread the rays of heavenly light,
To give the mourner joy,
To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was his divine employ.
3 'Mid keen reproach and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek he stood;
His foes ungrateful sought his life ;
He labour'd for their good.
4 To God he left his righteous cause,
And still his task pursued;
While humble pray'r, and holy faith,
His fainting strength renew'd.
5 In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his father's throne,
With soul resign'd, he bow'd and said, "Thy will, not mine, be done!"