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O may each Believer,
H Y M N
LET us all with grateful Praises,
Celebrate the happy Day, When the lovely, loving Jesus,
First partook of human Clay ; When the heav'nly Host assembled,
Gaz'd with Wonder from above, (Angels joy'd, and Devils trembled,)
Sinners praise the God of Love. Long had Satan reign’d Imperious,
'Till the Woman's promis'd Seed, Born a Babe, by Birth mysterious,
Came to bruise the Serpent's Head : Saviour crush his Pow'r within us,
Break our Chains and set us free, Pull down all the Bars between us,
'Till we fly, and cleave to thee. Saviour, now we fall before thee
Jesus, thee we all adore ;
We ascribe for evermore ;
In the highest Heights above,
SHepherds rejoice, lift up your Eyes,
And send your Fears away, News from the Regions of the Skies !
Salvation's born to Day.
Jesus the God, whom Angels fear,
Comes down to dwell with you; To Day he makes his Entrance here,
But not as Monarchs do.
No Gold nor Purple fwadling Bands,
Nor Royal shining Things;
And holds the King of Kings.
Go Shepherds ! where this Infant lies,
And see his humble Throne, With Tears of Joy in all your Eyes,
Go Shepherds, kiss the Son.
Lord, and shall Angels have their Songs,
And Men no Tunes to raise ;
When they forget to Praise.
Glory to God that Reigns above,
That pity'd us forlorn ;
Η Υ Μ Ν
ATHER our Hearts we lift,
Up to thy gracious Throne, And bless thee for the precious Gift,
Of thine incarnate Son,
We thankfully receive,
O may we to thee live.
The new born Prince of Peace. And meekly in his spirit live,
And in his Love increase, 'Till he convey us home, Cry every Soul aloud
; Come thou desire of Nations come,
And take us all to God.
He a Veil of Flesh affumes,
Hail the new-born Son of Man.
The glad news of our Salvation,
Glory be to God Jehovah,
We will worship and adore him,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
To a taste of the Banquet above :
If thine Heart be as mine!
If for Jesus it pine!
Who in Jesus confide,
They are bold to out-ride,
With the Prophet they soar
To that heav'nly Shore,
By Faith we are come,
To our permanent Home,
And look down on the Skies,
Who on Earth can conceive,
How happy we Live,
What a Concert of Praise,
When our Jesus's Grace,
What a rapturous Song ?
When the glorify’d Throng. In the Spirit of Harmony join ?
Join all the glad Choirs,
Hearts, Voices, and Lyres,