Pleas'd as man with men t' appear,
Jesus our Emmanuel here.

o 5 Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Ris'n with healing in his wings.
e 6 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.

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HYMN 9. C. M. Bethlehem. [*]
Joy of Angels at the Saviour's birth.

W HILE shepherds watch'd their flocks by

All seated on the ground,

The angel of the Lord came down,

And glory shone around.

e 2 Fear not,' said he, for mighty dread
Had seiz'd their troubled mind,
'Glad tidings of great joy I bring,
'To you and all mankind.

b 3 To you, in David's town, this day,
'Is born of David's line,

The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord,
'And this shall be the sign :-

[night,

4 The heavenly Babe you there shall find, "To human view display'd,

e 'All meanly wrapp'd in swaddling bands, 'And in a manger laid.'

-5 Thus spake the seraph; and forthwith
Appear'd a shining throng

Of angels, praising God, who thus
Address'd their joyful song:-

s6 All glory be to God on high,
'And to the earth be peace;

g'Good will henceforth from heaven to men,

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'Begin, and never cease.'

Patrick or Tate.

HYMN 10. C. M. Devizes. [*]
Angel's Song.

1'SHEPHERDS, rejoice; lift up your eyes, 'And send your fears away;

'News from the region of the skies

'Salvation's born to-day!

e 2 JESUS, the God, whom angels fear,
'Comes down to dwell with you;
-To-day he makes his entrance here,
'But not as monarchs do.

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3 No gold, nor purple swaddling bands, 'Nor royal, shining things;

'A manger for his cradle stands,

And holds the King of kings!

o 4 Go, shepherds, where the Infant lies, And see his humble throne;

p "With tears of joy, in all your eyes,
'Go, shepherds, kiss the Son."

-5 Thus Gabriel sang-and straight around
The heavenly armies throng:
They tune their harps to lofty sound,
And thus conclude the song:-

8 6 Glory to God who reigns above,
Let peace surround the earth;
'Mortals shall know their Maker's love,
'At their Redeemer's birth.'

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HYMN 11. 8, 6 & 5. Christmas. [*]

Christmas Morn.

LIFT up your heads in joyful hope,

Salute the happy morn:
Each heavenly power,
Proclaim the glad hour;
s Lo, Jesus the Saviour is born!
o 2 All glory be to God on high,
To him all praise is due;
The promise is seal'd-
The Saviour's reveal'd-
And proves that the record is true.
8 3 Let joy around like rivers flow;
Flow on, and still increase;
Spread o'er the glad earth,
At Emmanuel's birth-

For heaven and earth are at peace.
e 4 Now the good will of God is shown
Towards Adam's helpless race;
Messiah is come-

To ransom his own

To save them by infinite grace

o 5 Then let us join the heavens above, Where hymning seraphs sing;

8 Join all the glad powers

For their Lord is ours

[Col.

Our Prophet, our Priest, and our King. Madan's HYMN 12. C. P. M. Pilgrim. [b]

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Infancy of the Saviour.

SIGHT of anguish! view it near,-
What weeping innocence is here-
A manger for his bed!

-The brutes yield refuge to his wo-
e Men, worse than brutes, no pity show,
Nor give him friendly aid!

o 2 Why do no rapid thunders roll?
Why do not tempests rock the pole?
Ciniracle of grace!

o Or why no angels on the wing,
Warm for the honour of their King,
e To punish all the race!

e 3 Tho' now an INFANT bath'd in tears,
o He call'd to form the rolling spheres;
And seraphs own'd his nod!

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Helpless he calls, but men delay :e Ungrateful sinners disobey

The first-born Son of God!

-4 Say, radiant seraphs, thron'd in light, o Did love e'er tower so high a flight?Or glory sink so low?

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-This wonder angels scarce declare;
Angels the rapture scarce can bear,
Or equal praise bestow.

e 5 Redemption! 'tis a boundless theme;
Thou boundless Mind, our hearts inflame-
With ardour from above:

d Words are but faint, let joy expressVain is mere joy-let actions blessThis prodigy of love.

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HYMN 13. C. M. Arundel. [*]

Christ's Ministry. Luke iv, 18, 19.
ARK,-the glad sound-the Saviour
The Saviour promis'd long!

HA

-Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne-
And ev'ry voice a song.

[comes!

2 On him the Spirit, largely pour'd,
Exerts its sacred fire;

Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
His holy breast inspire.

o 3 He comes-the pris'ners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;

o The gates of brass before him burstThe iron fetters yield!

o 4 He comes-from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray ;

. And on the eye-balls of the blind To pour celestial day.

e 5 He comes-the broken heart to bindThe bleeding soul to cure ;

• And, with the treasures of his grace, Tenrich the humble poor

8 6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;

And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.

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HYMN 14. L. M. Islington. [*]
Christ's Example.

AND is the gospel peace and love?

Such let our conversation be;

The serpent blended with the dove,-
Wisdom and meek simplicity.

2 Whene'er the angry passions rise,
And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife;
To Jesus let us lift our eyes,

Bright pattern of the Christian life.

3 O how benevolent and kind!
How mild-how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,
And these the rules by which we live
4 To do his heavenly Father's will,
Was his employment and delight;
Humility and holy zeal

Shone through his life, divinely bright
5 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labours of his life were love;
Then, if we bear the Saviour's name
By his example let us move.

Steele

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HYMN 15. L. M. Weldon. [*]
Christ's Transfiguration. Matt. xvii, 4.

WHEN at this distance, Lord, we trace

The various glories of thy face, What transport pours o'er all our breast, And charms our cares and woes to rest! 2 With thee, in the obscurest cell, On some bleak mountain would I dwell; Rather than pompous courts behold, And share their grandeur and their gold. d 3 Away, ye charms of mortal joy! Raptures divine my thoughts employ ! o I see the King of glory shine ;e 1 feel his love, and call him mine. -4 On Tabor thus his servants view'd His lustre, when transform'd he stood; And, bidding earthly scenes farewell, d Cried, Lord, 'tis pleasant here to dwell.' -5 Yet still our elevated eyes

To nobler visions long to rise;

o That grand assembly would we join, Where all thy saints around thee shine.

d 6 That mount-how bright! those forms-how o 'Tis good to dwell for ever there: -Come, death, dear envoy of our God, And bear me to that blest abode.

[fair! Doddridge.

HYMN 16. L. M. Dresden. [*]

Christ weeping over Jerusalem. Luke xix, 41, 42.

p 1 WHAT venerable sight appears!—

The Son of God, dissolv'd in tears!—

Trace, O my soul, with sad surprise,
The sorrows of a Saviour's eyes.

e 2 For whom, bless'd Jesus, we would know, Doth such a sacred torrent flow?

What brother, or what friend of thine,
Is grac'd and mourn'd with drops divine?
-3 Nor brother, there, nor friend I see-
d But sons of pride and cruelty;

Who like rapacious tigers stood,
Impatient, panting for thy blood.
p 4 Dear Lord, and did thy gushing eyes
Thus stream o'er dying enemies