3 He comes, from error's night
Your wandering feet to save;
To realms of bliss and light

He lifts you from the grave.
This glorious morn (Let all attend!)

Your matchless friend, Your Saviour 's born.

4 Glory to God on high!

Ye mortals spread the sound,
And let your raptures fly

To earth's remotest bound!

For peace on earth, From God in heaven,
To man is given, At Jesus' birth.

1 JESUS, our triumphant Head,
Risen victorious from the dead,
To the realms of glory 's gone
To ascend his rightful throne.
Cherubs on the Conqueror gaze:
Seraphs glow with brighter blaze:
Each bright order of the sky
Hail him as he passes by.

2 Saints the glorious triumph meet,
See their enemies at his feet:
By his scars his toils are view'd,
And his garments stain'd in blood.
Heaven its King congratulates;
Opens wide her golden gates:
Angels songs of victory bring;
All the blissful regions ring.
3 Sinners, join the heavenly powers,
For redemption all is ours:
None but burden'd sinners prove
Blood-bought pardon, dying love.

Hail, thou dear, thou worthy Lord!
Holy Lamb! Incarnate Word!
Hail thou conquering Son of God!
Take the trophies of thy blood.

1 NOW to the God, to whom all might And glory, in all worlds belong, Who fills unseen his throne of light, Come, let us sing a general song. 2 His Spirit wrapp'd the mantling air, Of old, around our infant earth, And, on her bosom, warm and fair, Gave her young lord his joyous birth. 3 He smiles on morning's rosy way:

He paints the gorgeous clouds of even: To noon, he gives its ripening ray; To night, the view of glorious heaven. 4 He drives along those sparkling globes, In circles of unerring truth;

He decks them all in radiant robes, And crowns them with eternal youth. 5 So will he crown the upright mind, When life and all its toils are o'er : Then let his praise, on every wind Rise, till the winds shall wake no more.

For the Communion.

1 WHEN Asia's mighty conqueror died,

His followers shar'd his realm,

Yet, O how soon did ruin's tide

Them and their thrones o'erwhelm!

Had every monarch from his throne.
By Jesus' arm been hurl'd;
Had he, the conqueror, held alone
The sceptre of the world ;-

2 Had his apostles shar'd the globe;
Had all the orient gems

That deck the royal Persian's robe
Blaz'd on their dia dems:

Thron'd on the Egyptian's pyramid,
Old Time had seen their power
All crumble as the Grecian's did,
And wither like a flower.

3 This Jesus knew: and, ere the thorns
Around his head were prest,
The banquet which this board adorns
He spread for all, and blest.

Then gave he gems of hope to shine
Around this goblet's brim:

Then dropp'd a pearl into this wine,
THE MEMORY OF HIM.

At the Ordination of a Minister.

1 O THOU who art above all height!
Our God, our Father, and our Friend!
Beneath thy throne of love and light
Let thine adoring children bend.

2 We kneel in praise,-that here is set
A vine that by thy culture grew;
We kneel in prayer-that thou wouldst wet
Its opening leaves with heavenly dew.

3 Since this thy servant now hath given
Himself, his powers, his hopes, his youth,
To the great cause of truth and heaven;
Be thou his guide, O God of truth!

4 Here may his doctrine drop like rain,
His speech like Hermon's dew distil,
Till green fields smile, and golden grain
Ripe for the harvest, waits thy will.

5 And when he sinks in death; by care,
Or pain, or toil, or years opprest;
O God! remember then our prayer;
And take his spirit to thy rest.

499.

L. M. Six Line.

1 ETERNAL Spirit, Source of light, Enlivening, consecrating Fire, Descend, and with celestial heat

Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire;
Our souls refine, our dross consume;
Come, condescending Spirit, come !

2 In our cold breasts, O strike a spark
Of that pure flame which seraphs feel!
Nor let us wander in the dark,

Or lie benumb'd and stupid still.
Come, vivifying Spirit, come!

And make our hearts thy constant home.

3 Let pure devotion's fervors rise!

Let every pious passion glow! O let the raptures of the skies

Kindle in our cold hearts below. Come, purifying Spirit, come,

And make our souls thy constant home!

1 NO war nor battle's sound
Was heard the world around,
No hostile chiefs to combat ran;
But peaceful was the night
In which the Prince of light
His reign of peace on earth began,

2 The shepherds on the lawn,
Before the point of dawn,
In social circle sat;-around,
Their gentle, fleecy brood,
Or cropp'd the flowery food,
Or slept or sported on the ground.

3 When, lo! with ravish'd ears,
Each swain sweet music hears,
The offspring of no mortal hand;-
Divinely warbled voice,

Answering the stringed noise,

With rapture charm'd the listening band.

4 Sounds of so sweet a tone Before were never known,

Save when the "sons of morning sung," While God dispos'd in air

The constellations fair,

And this great world amidst them hung.

5 “Hail! hail, auspicious morn!
The Saviour Christ is born!
(Such was the seraph's song sublime,)
"Glory to God in heaven!

To man sweet peace be given,
And friendship to the end of time."