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HYMN 147. C. M. [#]

Christ's Ministry. 1 Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes,

The Saviour promised long!
Let every heart prepare a throne,

And every voice a song.
2 On him the spirit, largely poured,

Exerts its sacred fire ;
Wisdom, and might, and zeal, and love,

His holy breast inspire.
3 He comes from thickest films of vice

To clear the mental ray,
And on the eye, oppressed with night,

To pour celestial day.
4 He comes the broken heart to bind,

The bleeding soul to cure,
And, with the treasures of his grace,

To bless the humble poor.
5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace,

Thy welcome shall proclaim,
And earth's remotest regions sound

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 ;
The day which kings and saints so long,

So much desired to see. 3 He's come! the mighty Saviour's come !

Hear and rejoice, earth;
Let every tongue, the globe around,

Hail the Redeemer's birth. 4 To universal empire born,

The charge he well sustains
Nations, rejoice! the mighty Lord,

Your King, Messiah, reigns.

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HYMN 149. L. M. [#]

Glories of Christ.
1 Now to the Lord a noble song :

Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue ;
Hosanna to Jehovah's name,

And all his boundless love proclaim. 2 The spacious earth, and spreading flood,

Proclaim the wise, the powerful God;
And thy rich glories from afar

Sparkle in every rolling star.
3 But in thy Son a glory shines,

Drawn out in far superior lines;
The lustre of redeeming grace

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,
From our fears and sins release us;

Let us find our rest in thee :
Israel's Strength and Consolation,

Hope of all our souls thou art ;
Dear Desire of every nation,

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:
By thine own eternal Spirit,

Rule in all our hearts alone;
By thine all-sufficient merit,

Raise us to thy glorious throne.

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OHARAOTERS OF CHRIST.

HYMN 151. L. M. [#]

Beauties of the Saviour.
1 WHEN strangers stand and hear me tell

What beauties in my Saviour dwell,
Where he is gone they fain would know,

That they might seek and love him too. 2 My blest Redeemer keeps his throne

On hills of light in worlds unknown;
But he descends, and shows his face

In the young gardens of his grace.
3 He has engrossed my warmest love;

No earthly charms my soul can move :
I have a mansion in his heart,

Nor life nor death can make us part. 4 O, may my spirit daily rise

On wings of faith above the skies;
Till death shall make my last remove,
To dwell forever with

my

Love.

HYMN 152. L. M. [#]

Christ and his Church.
1 The King of saints, how fair his face,

Adorned with majesty and grace!
He comes with blessings from above,
And wins the nations to his love.

2 At his right hand our eyes behold

The queen arrayed in purest gold;
The world admires her heavenly dress,

Her robe of joy and righteousness. 3 O happy hour, when thou shalt rise

To his fair palace in the skies,
And all thy sons (a numerous train)

Each like a prince in glory reign!
4 Let endless honours crown his head ;

Let every age his praises spread ;
While we, with cheerful songs, approve
The condescensions of his love.

HYMN 153. L. M. [#]

Christ the Beloved. 1 The wondering world inquires to know Why I should love

my

Jesus so :
What are his charms, say they, above

The objects of a mortal love? 2 Yes, my Beloved, to my sight,

Displays a mixture red and white ;
All human beauties, all divine,
In
my

Redeemer meet and shine.
3 White is his soul, from blemish free;

Red with the blood he shed for me ;
The fairest of ten thousand fairs,

A sun amongst ten thousand stars. 4 All over glorious is my Lord;

He must be loved, and yet adored;
His worth if all the nations knew,
Sure the whole earth would love him too.

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