3 Still restless nature dies and grows; From change to change the creatures run: Thy being no succession knows, And all thy vast designs are one. 4 A glance of thine runs through the globe, 5 How shall polluted mortals dare And see but shadows of thy face. 6 Who can behold the blazing light? 110 C. M. SHALL HALL foolish, weak, short-sighted man The great Almighty God explain, 2 His attributes divinely soar 3 The brightness of his glory leaves Nor man's nor angel's heart conceives 4 His grace is most unsearchable, They gaze, but cannot count or tell 111 C. M. Worthy of ceaseless praise from all his creatures. PRAISE ye the Lord, ye' immortal choirs That fill the worlds above; Praise him who form'd you of his fires, 2 Shine to his praise, ye crystal skies, Or veil in shades your thousand eyes 3 Thou restless globe of golden light, 4 Thunder and hail, and fire and storms, 5 Shout to the Lord, ye surging seas, Let wave to wave resound his praise, 6 Thus while the meaner creatures sing, 112 5th P. M. 4 lines 7s. Eternal praises to the Most High. THEE to laud in songs divine 2 Holy, holy, holy Lord, Live, by heaven and earth adored JESUS CHRIST. 113 C. M. Glad tidings of great joy. THILE shepherds watch'd their flocks by night, The angel of the Lord came down, 2 Fear not, said he, (for mighty dread 3 To you, in David's town, this day The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord; 4 The heavenly babe you there shall find All meanly wrapp'd in swathing-bands, 5 Thus spake the seraph; and forthwith Of angels, praising God on high, Good-will henceforth, from heaven to men, 114 9th P. M. 87, 87. Peace on earth-good-will to men. ARK! what mean those holy voices, Lo! the' angelic host rejoices; Heavenly hallelujahs rise. 2 Listen to the wondrous story, Glory be to God most high! 3 Peace on earth, good-will from heaven, 115 15th P. M. 11 9, 11 9. Christmas-day. ALL hail! happy day, When, enrobed in our clay, The Redeemer appear'd upon earth; To unite in the strain, And to hail our Immanuel's birth! And acknowledge him JAH, the I AM: In a hymn so divine, 3 O may the return Of this once blessed morn All our voices shall raise; 4 Let echo prolong Whom the nations desire, And to him we devote the glad strain. 116 C. M. Glory to God in the highest. MORTA Joy, love, and gratitude combine, 2 In heaven the rapt'rous song began, Through all the shining legions ran, 3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew, And loud the echo roll'd; The theme, the song, the joy, was new,- To bear the news to man. 5 With joy the chorus we repeat,— Glory to God on high! Good-will and peace are now complete- 6 Hail, Prince of life, forever hail! 7 Hark! the cherubic armies shout, Good-will and peace are heard throughout The' harmonious heavenly throng. |