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ESUS is God! the glorious bands
Of holy angels sing

Songs of adoring praise to Him,

Their Maker and their King.

2 He was true God in Bethlehem's crib,
On Calvary's cross, true God;
He who in heaven, eternal reigned,
In time, on earth abode.

3 Oh, had I but an angel's voice
I would proclaim so loud,-
Jesus the Good, the Beautiful,
Is everlasting God!

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us a Child of hope is born,

To us a Son is given ;

Him shall the tribes of earth obey,

Him all the hosts of heaven.

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2 His name shall be the Prince of Peace,
For evermore adored;

The Wonderful, the Counsellor,

The great and mighty Lord!

3 His power, increasing, still shall spread;
His reign no end shall know;
Justice shall guard His throne above,
And peace abound below.

4 To us a Child of hope is born,
To us a Son is given ;

The Wonderful, the Counsellor,
The mighty Lord of heaven.

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MESSIAH, at Thy glad approach

The howling winds are still;

Thy praises fill the lonely waste,
And breathe from every hill.

2 Renewed, the earth a robe of light,
A robe of beauty wears;

And in new heavens a brighter Sun
Leads on the promised years.

3 Let Israel to the Prince of Peace
The loud hosanna sing;
With hallelujahs and with hymns,
O Zion, hail Thy King!

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The Song of Simeon.

LORD, in Thy temple we appear,

As happy Simeon came,

And hope to meet our Saviour here;
Oh make our joys the same!

2 With what divine and vast delight
The good old man was filled,
When fondly in his withered arms
He clasped the Holy Child!

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"Now I can leave this world," he cried,

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Behold, Thy servant dies;

I've seen Thy great salvation, Lord,

And close my peaceful eyes."

4 Jesus, the vision of Thy face

Hath overpowering charms;

Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace,

If Christ be in my arms.

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5 When flesh shall fail, and heart-strings break,
Sweet will the minutes roll;
A mortal paleness on my cheek,
But glory in my soul.

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N stature grows the heavenly Child,
With death before His eyes;

A Lamb unblemished, meek and mild,
Prepared for sacrifice.

2 The Son of God His glory hides
With parents mean and poor;
And He who made the heavens abides
In dwelling-place obscure.

3 Those mighty hands that stay the sky,
No earthly toil refuse;

And He who set the stars on high,
A humble trade pursues.

4 He before whom the angels stand,
At whose behest they fly,

Now yields Himself to man's command,
And lays His glory by.

5 The Father's Name we loudly raise,
The Son we all adore,

The Holy Ghost, One God, we praise,
Both now and evermore.

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S to His earthly parents' home,
Went down the Holy Child,

And found His Father's business there,-
Subjection meek and mild:-

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2 And as obedience, all those years
In lowly Nazareth,

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Forsook Him not, but bore Him on,
Obedient unto death:

So by Thy mercies teach us, Lord,
Our sacrifice to bring,

Our treasures, heart, and life, and love,
To spread before our King.

4 Thy presence is our guiding star,
We seek Thy holy hill;

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Transform us, Lord, renew our minds,
To prove Thy perfect will.

BEHOLD, where, in a mortal form,

Appears each grace divine!

The virtues, all in Jesus met,

With mildest radiance shine.

2 To spread the rays of heavenly light,
To give the mourner joy,

To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was His divine employ.

'Mid keen reproach, and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek He stood;
His foes, ungrateful, sought His life;
He labored for their good.

4 In the last hour of deep distress,
Before His Father's throne,

With soul resigned, He bowed, and said,
"Thy will, not Mine, be done!"

Be Christ our Pattern and our Guide ;
His image may we bear;

Oh may we tread His holy steps,

His joy and glory share!

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WHERE is He that trod the sea;
O where is He that spake,
And lepers from their pains are free,

And slaves their fetters break!

2 The lame and palsied freely rise,
With joy the dumb do sing;
And on the darkened, blinded eyes
Glad beams of morning spring!

3 O where is He that trod the sea;
O where is He that spake,

And demons from their victims flee,
The dead from slumber wake!

4 Here, here art Thou, Almighty Lord!
O speak to us once more,

And let Thy healing, quickening word,
Our ruined souls restore !

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PILGRIM through this lonely world,

The blesséd Saviour passed;

A mourner all His life was He,

A dying Lamb at last.

2 That tender heart which felt for all,
For us its life-blood gave;

It found on earth no resting-place,
Save only in the grave.

3 Such was our Lord; and shall we fear
The cross with all its scorn?

Or love a faithless, evil world

That wreathed His brow with thorn?