HYMNS. 1 H' HYMN I.-(Soulbury.) FOR CHRISTMAS DAY. IGH let us swell our tuneful notes, For Angels no such love have known 2 Good-will to sinful men is shewn, 3 Justice and Grace, with sweet accord, 4 Glory to God in highest strains, 5 When shall we reach those blissful realms, Where Christ exalted reigns; And learn of the celestial choir, B 1 H HYMN II. (Plymouth.) FOR CHRISTMAS DAY. ARK! the herald angels sing, 2 Joyful, all ye nations rise, 3 Veil'd in flesh, the Godhead see; Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace; 4 Mild he lays his glory by, Born, that man no more may die; 5 Hark! the herald angels sing, 1 W HYMN III.-(Sheldon.) FOR GOOD FRIDAY. HEN deep in sorrow and distress, 2 With pitying eyes, the Prince of Peace Beheld our helpless grief; He saw, and, O amazing love! 3 Down from his blessed seat, above, For our redemption suffer'd death, 4 Oh! for this love, let rocks and hills 5 Ye angels, aid our grateful joys, 1 'L' HYMN IV.-(Bristol.) FOR CHRISTMAS DAY. IFT up your heads in joyful hope, Proelaims the glad hour, Lo! Jesus the Saviour is born, CHORUS. Then let us join the Heav'ns above, For the Lord is ours, Our Prophet, our Priest, and our King. 2 All glory be to God on high, To him all praise is due; The promise is seal'd, The Saviour's reveal'd, And proves that the record is true. CHORUS. Then let us, &c. 3 Let joy around, like rivers flow, Flow on, and still increase; For Heaven and Earth are at peace. CHORUS. Then let us, &c. 4 Now the good-will of Heaven is shown 1 2 3 4 1 To save them by infinite grace. Co CHORUS. Then let us, &c. HYMN V.-(Eagle Street) FOR WHITSUNDAY. YOME, Holy Spirit, come! Our drooping faith inspire, Of never-dying love. 'T is Thine to cleanse the heart, To pour fresh life on ev'ry part, Descend, Celestial Dove! Sweet Guest, that we may know, and love The Father, Son, and Thee. HYMN VI. (Portuguese.) FOR WHITSUNDAY. PIRIT of Mercy, Truth and Love! SPIR Shed Thy sweet influence from above, And still from age to age convey The wonders of this Sacred Day. 2 In ev'ry clime, by ev'ry tongue, 1 3 Unfailing Comfort! Heav'nly Guide! B HYMN VII.-(Brunswick) FUNERAL HYMN. OLEST are the Dead who die in Christ, 2 Though Death our bodies shall destroy, Yet shall we rise, and say-" Where is 3 Grant, Lord, when we resign our breath, We may from hell be free; Because in death, Thy Holy One 4 To us the paths of life display, FAR HYMN VIII.-(Brodsworth.) AR from the world, O Lord, I flee, 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, 3 There, if Thy Spirit touch the soul, |