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HYMN 147. C. M. [#]
Christ's Ministry. 1 Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long!
And every voice a song.
Exerts its sacred fire ;
His holy breast inspire.
To clear the mental ray,
To pour celestial day.
The bleeding soul to cure,
To bless the humble poor.
Thy welcome shall proclaim,
Thine all-sufficient name.
HYMN 148. C. M. [#]
Redeemer's Birth. 1 GLORY to God on high be given,
For peace to earth is brought; Good will to wretched, dying men,
Surpassing human thought.
2 The time foretold by heaven is come,
The year of jubilee ;
So much desired to see. 3 He's come! the mighty Saviour's come !
Hear and rejoice, earth;
Hail the Redeemer's birth. 4 To universal empire born,
The charge he well sustains
Your King, Messiah, reigns.
HYMN 149. L. M. [#]
Glories of Christ.
Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue ;
And all his boundless love proclaim. 2 The spacious earth, and spreading flood,
Proclaim the wise, the powerful God;
Sparkle in every rolling star.
Drawn out in far superior lines;
Outshines the beams of nature's face. 4 Grace, 'tis a sweet, a charming theme ;
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name;
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound;
Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground. 5 O may I live to reach the place
Where he unveils his lovely face,Where all his beauties you behold, And sing his name to harps of gold !
HYMN 150. 8 & 7s. M. [#]
Blessings of Christ. 1 Come, thou long-expected Jesus,
Born to set thy people free,
Let us find our rest in thee :
Hope of all our souls thou art ;
Joy of every longing heart. 2 Born thy people to deliver,
Born a Child—and yet a King; Born to reign in us forever,
Now thy precious kingdom bring:
Rule in all our hearts alone;
Raise us to thy glorious throne.
OHARAOTERS OF CHRIST.
HYMN 151. L. M. [#]
Beauties of the Saviour.
What beauties in my Saviour dwell,
That they might seek and love him too. 2 My blest Redeemer keeps his throne
On hills of light in worlds unknown;
In the young gardens of his grace.
No earthly charms my soul can move :
Nor life nor death can make us part. 4 O, may my spirit daily rise
On wings of faith above the skies;
HYMN 152. L. M. [#]
Christ and his Church.
Adorned with majesty and grace!
2 At his right hand our eyes behold
The queen arrayed in purest gold;
Her robe of joy and righteousness. 3 O happy hour, when thou shalt rise
To his fair palace in the skies,
Each like a prince in glory reign!
Let every age his praises spread ;
HYMN 153. L. M. [#]
Christ the Beloved. 1 The wondering world inquires to know Why I should love
Jesus so :
The objects of a mortal love? 2 Yes, my Beloved, to my sight,
Displays a mixture red and white ;
Redeemer meet and shine.
Red with the blood he shed for me ;
A sun amongst ten thousand stars. 4 All over glorious is my Lord;
He must be loved, and yet adored;