Hail the blest morn! gee the great Mediator
Down from the regions of glory descend;
Shepherds, go worship the babe in the manger,-
Lo, for his guard the bright angels attend.
Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining;
Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall;
Angels, adore him, in slumber reclining,

Friend, and Redeemer, and Saviour of all!
Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion,
Odors of Edom, and offerings divine?

Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine?

Vainly we offer each ample oblation;

Vainly with gifts would his favors secure ;

Richer, by far, is the heart's adoration,

Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor!

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give a worm who would draw near, Who would himself to thee resign,

Thou say'st thou wilt thy servants keep Should want, with all her meagre train,
In perfect peace, whose minds shall be Bring in the sad reverse of pain,-
Like new born babes, or helpless sheep, My Saviour bowed to know the strife,
Completely stay'd, dear Lord, on thee: And rose above the ills of life;
How calm their state, how truly blest, To that great pattern bows my will,
Who trust in thee, the PROMISED REST.
Take me, my Saviour, as thine own,
And vindicate my righteous cause;
Be thou my portion, Lord, alone,

And bend me to obey thy laws; In thy dear arms of love caressed, Give me to find thy PROMISED REST.

And tho' thou slay me, trusts thee still.

O Father, thou art good and just,
And in thy grace I'll ever trust;
My chastened heart, with glad acclaim,
Shall still rejoice in thy dear name,
Confiding in thy gracious will,-

And tho' thou slay me, trust thee still.

The voice of free-grace, from the Lord's holy mountain,
Inviteth our race to the life-giving fountain.

The fountain that bursteth becometh a river.

And he who now thirsteth, may drink and thirst never,
For freely it floweth-and floweth for ever.

Still soundeth the voice!-'tis the voice of the Saviour,
That biddeth rejoice in his full and free favor.
The might of his spirit from sin shall deliver,
And we shall inherit his blessing forever:
The fountain of mercy in him faileth never.

We'll love him the more when life's journey is over,
For then we the more of his grace shall discover.
In God's holy mountain, where light shineth ever,
Where bursteth the fountain, whose stream faileth never,
All nations, all kindreds, shall serve him for ever.

night of the tomb !

PIA.

Reigning in love, his dominion is glorious, And light has dispelled all the

Joy to the world! for the Lord is victorious

O'er death and the coldness and night of the tomb!
Reigning in love, his dominion is glorious,

And light has dispelled all the shadows of gloom:

Joy to the world! for the Lord is victorious,

O'er death and the coldness and night of the tomb!

Strong were his foes, but the might that distinguished
His mission and spirit, was mightier far!

Vainly they deemed that his light was extinguished-
He rose, and he shines as the bright Morning Star!

Hail, blessed Shiloh! we love and adore thee,
And low at thy feet we rejoicingly fall:
Thou art our Life, our Redeemer, and Glory,
For thee we behold as the Saviour of all!

Joy to the world! for our Lord is victorious,
And darkness and doubt shall oppress us no more!
Christian, rejoice! for his kingdom is glorious,
And he in his triumph mankind will restore:
Joy to the world! for our Lord is victorious,
And darkness and doubt shall oppress us no more!