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71. P. M. 7s. A Saviour, who is Christ the Lord. Jer. xxxii. 14, 15, 16.
Zeph. iii. 17. Cant. ii. 11, 12. 1 HARK ! the herald angels sing
Glory to the new-born King !
God and sinners reconcil'd. 2 Joyful all ye nations rise,
Join the triumphs of the skies ;
Who is born at Bethlehem.
Christ, the everlasting Lord ;
Offspring of the virgin's womb. 4 Veil'd in flesh the Godhead see,
Hail th' incarnate Deity!
Jesus, our Immanuel here.
Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Ris’n with healing in his wings. © Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that men no more may die ;
Praise from all mankind.
Ye nations ! bow with sacred joy;
2 His sovereign power, which all things made,
Gave life to clay, and form'd us men;
He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people, we his care,
He still supports our feeble frame;
Almighty Maker, to thy name? 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise;
Vast as eternity thy love;
Immanuel is born. Luke i. 68, 69, 70:
And thought of meaner things :
With healing in his wings.
2 If angels, on that happy morn
Pour'd forth their joyful songs ;
3 O then let heaven and earth rejoice,
To hymn the happy day,
Confess'd his sovereign sway.
74. S. M.
Attraction of the Cross. John xü, 32. | BEHOLD th' amazing sight!
The Saviour lifted high !
Expire in agony !
In sympathy of love ;
To lift our souls above.
Let all the earth combine,
The energy divine.
Nor share his griefs alone,
To his triumphant throne.
75. C. M.
Christian Charity. 1 BEHOLD, where, breathing love divine,
Our dying Master stands!
Receive his last commands.
2 From that mild Teacher's parting lips
What tender accents fell!
Became its author well.
3 Bless'd is the man whose softning heart
Feels all another's pain ;
Was never rais'd in vain;
4 He spreads his kind supporting arms
To every child of grief ;
And brings unask'd relief. 5 To gentle offices of love,
His feet are never slow :
A brother in a foe.
6 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.
I JOY to the world! the Lord is come;
Let earth receive her King :
And heaven and nature sing.
Let men their songs employ;
Repeat the sounding joy.
3 No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
Far as the curse is found. 4 He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
And wonders of his love.
1 BEHOLD, where in a mortal form
Appears each grace divine;
With mildest radiance shine.
To give the mourner joy,
Was his divine employ.
Patient and meek he stood;
He labour'd for their good.
And still his task pursued;
His fainting strength renewd. 5 In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his father's throne,
* Thy will, not mine, be done !"