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6 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of peace, For lo! the incarnate Saviour comes,
With news of joy from heaven!
4 Mercy and truth, with sweet accord,
His rising beams adorn;
Let heaven and carth in concert sing, 1 HAIL, thou long-expected JESUS, “ The promised child is born!" Born to set thy people free!
5 Glory to God, in highest strains, From our sins and fears release us,
By highest worlds is paid; Let us find our rest in thee.
Be glory, then, by us proclaim'd, 2 Israel's strength and consolation,
And by our lives display'd;
6 Till we attain those blissful realms, Joy of every waiting heart.
Where now our Saviour reigns
To rival these celestial choirs 3 Born thy people to deliver,
In their immortal strains !
HYMN 45. III. 1.
1 HARK! the herald angels sing 4 By thire own eternal Spirit Rule in all our hearts alone;
Glory to the new-born King;.
Peace on earth, and mercy mild; By thine all-sufficient merit
God and sinners reconciled! Raise us to thy glorious throne.
2 Joyful all ye nations rise,
Juin the triumphs of the skies ;
With the angelic hosts proclaim
CHRIST is born in Bethlehem !
3 CHRIST, by highest heaven adored,
CHRIST, the everlasting LORD
Late in time behold him come
Offspring of the virgin's womb
4 Veil'd in flesh the GODHEAD see. 2 " Fear not,” said he, for mighty dread
Hail the incarnate Deity, Had seized their troubled ciind;
Pleased, as man, with main to dwell “ Glad tidings of great joy I bring
Jesus, now EMANUEL ! “To you, and all mankind.
5 Risen with healing in his wings 8 "To you, in David's town, this day
Light and life to all he brings; "Is horn, of David's line,
Hail the Sun of Righteousness, “ The Saviour, who is Christ the LORD, Hail the heaven-born Privce of peace. “And this shall be the sign :
HYMN 46. 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find,
Chorus. "To human view display'd, “All meanly wrapt in swathing bands,
SHOUT the glad tidings, exultingly sing; "And in a manger laid."
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. 5 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith 1 Zion! the marvellous story be telling, Appeard a shining throng
The Son of the Highest, how lowly his of angels, praising God, who thus
birth! Addressed their oyfal song:
The brightest archangel in glory excelling, 6 " All glory be to God on high,
He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns upon “And to the earth be peace;
earth. “Good will, henceforth, from heaven to men,
Chorus “Begin and never cease.
Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing; HYMN 44. C. M.
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. 1 WHILE angels thus, O LORD, rejoice, 12 Tell how he cometh, from nation to Shall men no anthem raise?
pation, O may we lose these useless longues, The heart-cheering news let the earth When we forget to praise !
echo round; 2 Then let us swell responsive notes,
How free to the faithful he offers salvation, And join the heavenly throng ;
How his people with joy everlasting are For angels no such love have known
crown'd. As we, to wake their song.
Chorus. 3 Good-will to sinful dust is shown, Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing; Aud peace on earth is given;
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King
3 Mortals! your homage be gratefully 13 But lo! the gracious Saviour pleada; bringing,
“The barren fig-tree spare, And sweet let die gladsome hosanna " Another year in mercy wait, arise ;
" It yet may bloom and bear: Ye angels ! The full hallelujah be singing, 4 “But if my culture prove in vain, One churus resound through the earth “And still no fruit be found, and the skies:
"I plead no more; destroy the tree, Chorus.
“And root it from thy ground.” Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing,
HYMN 50. LM.
1 THE GOD of life, whose constant care
With blessings crowns each opening year, 1 THE race that long in darkness pined Have seen a glorious light;
My scanty span doth still prolong,
And wakes anew mine annual song,
2 How many precious souls are fled 2 To hail thy rising, Sun of life!
To the vast regions of the dead, The gathering nations come,
Since to this day the changing sun Joyous as when the reapers bear
Through his last yearly period run! Their harvest treasures home.
3 We yet survive; but who can say, 3 For thou our burden hast removed;
“Or through this year, or month, or day, The oppressor's reign is broke;
shall retain this vital breath, Thy fiery conflict with the foe
“ Thus far, at least, in league with death *** Has burst his cruel yoke.
4 That breath is thine, eternal GOD 4 To us the promised Child is born;
"T is thine to fix my soul's abode; To us the Sun is given;
It holds its life from thee alone, Him shall the tribes of earth obey,
On earth, or in the world unknown. And all the hosts of heaven.
5 To thee our spirits we resign, 5 His name shall be the Prince of Peace,
Make them and own them still as thine; For evermore adored;
So shall they live secure from fear, The Wonderful, the Counsellor,
Though death should blast the rising yes. The mighty God, and LORD.
6 Thy children panting to be gone 6 His power increasing still shall spread, May bid the tide of time roll on, His reign no end shall know;
To land them on that happy shore, Justice shall guard his throne above, Where years and death are known no mon And peace abound below.
7 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach that place;
No groans, to mingle with the songs
Resounding from inunortal tongues : 1 TIME hastens on; ye longing saints, 8 No more alarms from ghostly foes; Now raise your voices high;
No cares to break the long repose; And magnify that sovereign love
No midnight shade, no clouded sun, Which shows salvation nigh.
But sacred, high, eternal noon. 2 As time departs salvation comes, Each moment brings it near :
90, long expected year! begin; Then welcome each declining day;
Dawn on this world of wo and sin; Welcome each closing year.
Fain would we leave this weary road,
To sleep in death, and rest with God. 3 Not many years their course shall run, Not many inornings rise,
HYMN 51. C. M. Ere all its glories stand reveal'd
1 AS o'er the past my memory strays, To our transported eyes.
Why heaves the secret sigh?
'Tis that I mourn departed days,
Still unprepared to die. I SEE, in the vineyard of the LORD,
2 The world and worldly things beloved A barren fig-tree stands ;
My arxious thoughts employ'd ; No fruit ir yields, nu blossom bears,
And time unhallow'd, unimproved, Though planted by His hands.
Presents a fearful void. 2 From year to year the tree He views, 3 Yet, tuly Father, wild despair And still no fruit is forrud;
Chase from my lab'ring hreast; Then "Cut it down," the LORD commands, Thy grace it is which prompts the pragua Why cumbers it the ground in
That grace can do the rest
4 My life's brief remnant all be thine! | He comes to break oppression, And when thy sure decree
To set the captive free, Bids me this fleeting breath resign, To take away transgression, O speed my soul to Thee.
And rule in equity.
2 He comes with succor speedy
To those who suffer wrong,
To help the poor and needy,
And bid the weak be strong;
To give them songs for sighing, 1 HOW beauteous are their feet
Their darkness turn to light,
Whose souls, condemn'd and dying
3 He shall descend like showers 2 How charming is their voice !
Upon the fruitful earth; How sweet their tidings are !
And love and joy, like flowers, " Zion, behold thy Saviour-King,
Spring in his path to birth : “He reigns and triumphs here."
Before him, on the mountains, 3 How happy are our ears
Shall peace, the herald, go;
And righteousness, in fountains,
4 To him shall prayer unceasing, 4 How blessed are our eyes
And daily vows, ascend; That see this heavenly light!
His kingdom still increasing, Prophets and kings desired it long
A kingdom without end : But died without the sight.
The tide of time shall never
IIis covenant remove; 5 The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ;
His namne shall stand for ever; Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
That name to us is Love. And deserts learn the joy.
HYMN 55. C. M. 6 The LORD makes bare his arm
Isaiah ii. 2-5. Through all the earth abroad:
1 O'ER mountain tops the mount of GOD Let every nation now behold
In latter days shall rise,
Above the summits of the hills,
And draw the wond'ring eyes.
2 To this the joyful malions round, 1 RISE, erown'd with light, Imperial Sa
All tribes and tongues, shall flow; lem rise!
Up to the mount of God, they 'll say, Exalt thy tow'ring head and lift thine eyes!
And to his house we 'll go. See heaven its sparkling portals wide dis- 3 The beams that shine from Zion's hill play,
Shall lighten every land; And break upon thee in a fluod of day! The King who reigns in Salem's towers 2 See a long race thy spacious courts adorn,
Shall all the world command.
And crush the sinner's pride.
Nor shall they study war again While every iand its joyous tribute brings ! Throughout those happy years. 4 The seas shall waste, the skies smoke 6 Come, 0 ye house of Jacob! come decay,
[away; To worship at His shrine; Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt And, walking in the light of God, But fix'd his word, his saving power re- With holy graces shine. mains;
(reigns. Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiah
HYMN 56. III 1.
Litany. 1 HAIL to the LORD'S Anointed,
1 SAVIOUR, when in dust, to thee Great David's greater son ;
Low we bow the adoring knee; Hail in the time appointed,
When, repentant, to the skies His reigu on earth begun!
Scarce we lift our streaming eyes B
O, by all thy pain, and wo,
16 O keep me in thy heavenly way, Suffer'd once for man below,
And bid the tempter flee; Bending from thy throne on high,
And let me never, never stray Hear our solemn litany.
From happiness and thee. 2 By thy birth and early years,
HYMN 59. C. M.
1 HOW oft, alas. this wretched heart In the lonely wilderness :
Has wander'd from the LORD! By thy victory in the hour
How oft my ruving thoughts depart, of the subtle templer's power;
Forgetful of his word? Jesus, luok with pitying eye;
2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, “ Return;" Hear our solemn Sitany.
Dear LORD, and may I come? 3 By thine hour of dark despair,
My vile ingratitude 1 mouru ; By thine agony of prayer,
O, take the wandrer home. By the purple robe of scorn,
3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive,
To speak thy wond'rous love?
4 Almighty grace, thy healing power,
How glorious, how divine! 4 By thy deep expiring groan,
That can to life and bliss restore
So vile a heart as mine.
5 Thy pard’ning, love, so free, so sweety Mighty God, ascended LORD,
Dear Saviour, I adore ; To thy throne in heaven restored,
O keep me at thy sacred feet, Prince and Saviour, hear our cry,
And let me rove no more. Hear our solemn litany.
HYMN 60. L M. HYMN 57. LM. W 10 THOU, to whose all-searching sight 1 MY GOD, permit me not to be
The darkness shineth as the light, A stranger to insyself and thee:
Search, prove my heart; it looks to thee, Amidst a thousand thoughts I roye,
O burst its bonds, and set it free! Forgelful of my highest love.
2 Wash out its stains, remove its droge, 2 Why should my passions mix with earth, Bind my affections to the cross ;. And thus debase my heavenly birth? Hallow each thought, let all within Why should I cleave to things below, Be clean, as thou, my LORD, art clean And all my purest joys forego?
3 If in this darksome wild 1 stray, 3 Call me away froin flesh and senise; Be thou my light, be thou my way; Thy grace, O LORD, can draw me thence: No foes, no violence I fear, I would obey the voice divine,
No harm, while thou, my God, art near And all inferior joys resign.
4 When rising dods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of wo, HYMN 58. C. M.
JESUS, thy timely aid impart, 1 ALAS, what hourly dangers rise ! And raise my head, and cheer my heart What snares beset my way!
5 Saviour! where'er thy steps I see. To heaven, O let me lift mine eyes, And hourly watch and pray.
Dauntless, untired, I follow thee:
O let thy hand support me still, 2 II.w oft my mournful thoughts complain, And lead me to thy holy hill. And melt in flowing tears!
(See Hymns on Repentanas My weak resistance, ah, how vain! How strong my foes and fears!
PASSION WEEK, AND GOOD 3 O gracious God, in whom I live,
FRIDAY My feeble efforts aid;
IIL 4 Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,
HYMN 61. 'Though trembling and afraid.
Isaiah Ixiii. 14. 4 Increase my faith, icrease my hope, 1 WHO is this that comes from Edom, When foes and fears prevail;
All his raiment stain'd with blood, And hear my fainting spirit up,
To the captive speaking freedom Or soon my strength will fail.
Bringing and bestowing good; 5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart,
Glorious in the garb he wears,
Glorious in the spoil he bears?
Travilling onward in his might;
mT is the Saviour, O how glorious 13 My conscience felt and own'd the guikt To his people is the sight!
Aud plunged me iu despair ;. Satan conquer'd, and the grave,
I saw my sins his bloud had spilt, JESUS now is strong to save.
And lielp'd to nail him there. 3 Why that blood his raiment staining! 4 Alas! I knew not what I did; "T is the blood of many slain
But now my tears are vain; of his foes there's none remaining, Where shall my trembling soul be hid? None, the contest to maintain:
For I the LORD have slain. Fall'n they are, no more to rise,
5 A second louk he gave, which said, All their glory prostrate lies.
" I freely all forgive; 4 Mighty Victor, reign for ever, "This blood is for thy ransom paid,Wear the crown so dearly won!
“I die that thou may'st live." Never shall thy people, never,
6 Thus, while his death my sin displays Cease to sing what thou hast done!
In all its blackest hue,
(Such is the mystery of grace,)
It seals my pardon too.
HYMN 65. C. M. 1 WHEN I survey the wond'rous cross I FROM whence these direful omens On which the Prince of glory died,
round, My richest gain I count but loss,
Which heaven and earth amaze! And pour contempt on all my pride.
Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the 2 Forbid it, LORD, that I should boast,
ground? Save in the cross of CHRIST my GOD: Why hides the sun his rays? All the vain things that charm me most,
2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake, I sacrifice them to thy blood.
And nature sympathize! 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, The sun as darkest night be black!
Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Their Maker, JESUS, dies ! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?
S Behold, fast streaming from the trees Or thorns compose a Saviour's crown!
His all-atoning blood? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, Is this the Infinite! 't is he, That were a tribute far too small
My Saviour and my God! Love so anazing, so divine,
4 For me these pangs his soul assail Demands my life, my soul, my all. For me this death is borne; HYMN 69. C. M.
My sins gave sharpness to the pail, 1 BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind
And pointed every thorn. Nail'd to the shameful tree;
5 Let sin no more my soul enslave, How vast the love that him inclined
Break, LORD, its iyrant chain; To bleed and die for me!
O save me, whcm thou cam'st to save,
Nor bleed, nor die in vain ! 2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes,
HYMN 66. L M. And eartli's strong pillars bend!
Sk. John xix. 30. The temple's veil in sunder breaks, I 'TIS finish'd—so the Saviour cried, The solid marbles rend.
And meekly buw'd his head and died; S'T is done! the precious ransom 's paid; "T is finish'd-yes, the work is done, " Receive my soul!" he cries;
The battle fought, the victory won. See where he bows his sacred head!
2 'T is finish'd-all that heaven decreed He bows his head and dies !
And all the ancient proplets said, 4 But soon, he 'll break death's envious Is now fulfill'd, as long design'd, chain,
In re, the Saviour of mankind. And in full glory shine;
3 'T is finish'd-Aaron now no more O Lamb of GOD! was aver pain, Must stuin his robes with purple gore; Was ever love like thine!
The sacred veil is rent in twain,
And Jewish rites no more remain. 1 MY Saviour hanging on the tree,
4 T is finish'd-this, my dying groan, In agonies and blood,
Shall sins of every kind atone; Methought once turn'd his eyes on me,
Millions shall be redeem'd from death, As near his cross I stood.
By this, my last expiring breath. 2 Sure, never, till my latest breath
5 'T is finish'd-heaven is reconciled, Can I forget that look;
And all the powers of darkness spoil'd It seem'd to charge me with his death, Peace, love, and happiness, again Though not a word be spoke.
Beturn and dwell with sinful men