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; Justice and grace, with sweet accord,
His rising beams adorn:
Now such a Child is born.
In highest worlds be paid;
And by our lives display'd. · When shall we reach those blissful realms,
Where Christ exalted reigns; And learn of the celestial choir,
Their own immortal strains?
HYMN CCCLXXXI. WELCOME, bless’d morning to our eyes,
That brought the incarnate Son, The great Immanuel, from the skies,
To save a world undone. Angels array'd in heavenly light,
Shoot down th' ethereal way, On radiant pinions, swift of flight,
And hail the blissful day. Glory to God, they joyous sing,
Through all the heights of heaven, "Tidings of love to men we bring,
And peace on earth is given.
In tuneful notes reply;
And sweetens every joy.
Hal. I Who, so lately on the cross,
Hal. Suffer'd to redeem our loss.
Hal. 2 Hymns of praises let us sing,
Hal. Unto Christ our heavenly King,
Hal. Who endur'd the cross and grave, Hal. Sinners to redeem and save.
Hal. 3 Yes, the pains which he endur'd,
Hal. Our salvation has procur'd;
Hal. Now he reigns above the sky,
Hal. Where the angels ever cry,
Still they endure,
A sovereign cure.
And bless'd his bleeding heart,
His precious blood
3 To that dear Source of love
Our souls this day would come;
That Jew and Greek,
Extol his glorious name,
And rais'd our ruin'd frame:
See the Foundation laid
How bright his glories shine!
But he for ever lives;
From him the living Stone.
And in one House unites the whole. 4 To him with joy we move;
In him cemented stand:
That structure, Lord, still higher raise,
Louder to sound its Builder's praise. 5 Descend, and shed abroad
The tokens of thy grace;
Let glory fill the place,
HYMN CCCLXXXV. 1 BLESED Jesus all divine,
We hail thy sacred-name, And with triumphant voices join
To celebrate thy fame. 2 In thy incarnate state,
How wonderous was thy grace! We know thine arm is still as great,
Nor can thy love be less. 3 'Twas thy almighty breath
Set Satan's prisoners free;
Far from thy presence flee.
To heal the plague within;
The leprosy of sin.
Display thy healing art;
And every grace impart.
HYMN CCCLXXXVI. 1 WITH transport, Lord, our
souls proclaim Th' immortal honours of thy name: Assembled round our Saviour's throne,
We make his ceaseless glories known. 2 High on his Father's royal seat,
Our Jesus shone divinely great,
Or Gabriel's nobler spirit form’d. 3 Through all succeeding ages, he
The same hath been, the same shall be:
While stars and suns wax old and fade. 4 The same his power his saints to guard,
The same his bounty to reward;
To saints on earth, and saints above.
Jesus shall raise his chosen high;
The great Jehovah's darling, thou!
And imitate the bless'd above. 2 My Prophet thou; my heavenly Guide,
Thy sweet instructions I will hear;