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With th' angelic hosts proclaim, “ Christ is born in Bethlehem.” 2 Christ, by highest heaven adored, Christ, the everlasting Lord ; Late in time behold him come, Offspring of a virgin's womb; Veil'd in flesh, the Godhead see, Hail th' incarnate Deity! Pleased as man with men t'appear, Jesus our Immanuel here. 3 Hail, the heaven-born Prince of peace! Hail, the Sun of righteousness ! Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings : Mild he lays his glory by, Born that man no more may die ; Born to raise the sons of earth; Born to give them second birth. 4 Come, Desire of nations, come! Fix in us thy humble home; Rise, the woman's conq'ring Seed, Bruise in us the serpent's head ; Adam's likeness now efface, Stamp thine image in its place : Second Adam from above, Reinstate us in thy love! 491
December—p. 8.] C. M. MORTALS, awake, with angels join, Joy, love, and gratitude combine,
To hail th' auspicious day. 2 In heaven the rapturous song began,
And sweet seraphic fire
And strung and tuned the lyre.
3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew
And loud the echo roll'd ;
'Twas more than heaven could hold. 4 Down through the portals of the sky
The impetuous torrent ran; And angels flew with eager joy
To bear the news to man.
Glory to God igh;
Jesus was born to die."
Redeemer, Brother, Friend! Though earth, and time, and life shall fail,
Thy praise shall never end. 7 Hark! the cherubic armies shout,
And glory leads the song: Good will and peace are heard throughout
Th' harmonious heavenly throng.
492 Tenham—p. 301.] 18th P. M. 10,5, 11. COME
, let us anew our journey pursue,
Roll round with the year,
And our talents improve, By the patience of hope, and the labour of love. 2 Our life as a dream, our time as a streari,
Glides swiftly away;
The arrow is flown, the moment is gone ;
The millennial year Rushes on to our view, and eternity 's here. 3 O that each in the day of his coming may say,
“ I have fought my way through ; I have finish'd the work thou didst give me to do!" O that each from his Lord may receive the glad
“ Well and faithfully done! Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne." 493 Zebulon--p. 187.] 3d P. M. 4 6s & 2 8s.
THE Lord of earth and sky,
Who reigns enthroned on high,
Ancient of endless days!
We cumber'a long the ground !
On our dead souls was found;
To cut the fig-tree down,
From God obtain'd the grace ;
On us a longer space ;
5 Then dig about the root,
Break up our fallow ground,
To thy great praise abound;
ING to the great Jehovah's praise !
Who kindly lengthens out our days
Demands our choicest songs :
Another various year;
Before our God appear.
Thy still continued care :
Whate'er we have or are :
The wonders of thy love,
To seek thy face above. 3 Our residue of days or hours,
Thine, wholly thine, shall be ;
A sacrifice to thee;
To saints on earth forgiven,
The jubilee of heaven.
MORNING AND EVENING. 495 Albany-p. 157.]
1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. HERE is my God, my joy, my hope,
Jesus, to thee my soul looks up,
To thee directs her morning prayer; And spreads her arms of faith abroad, T' embrace my hope, my joy, my God! 2 Mine eyes prevent the morning ray,
Looking and longing for thy word:
And let my heart receive its Lord ;
And scatter all the shades of night!
But quickly lost the transient light:
To the sure word of promised grace ;
Faint glimm’ring thro' the darksome place,
And all the devil's works destroy ;
And fill with everlasting joy ;