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The incense, and the bleeding lamb,
The Incarnation of Jesus.
To all the ruin'd race,
And fav'd us in himself alone. 2 The work he well perform'd
In love, he came to do,
Triumphant over all our foes. 3 Hail, dear almighty King !
We praise thee for thy grace;
The World made Fles. · MORTALS awake, with Angels join,
And chaunt the solemn lay;
Joy, love and gratitude combine
To hail th' auspicious day.
And sweet Terapliic fire
And Arung and tun'd the lyre.
And glory leads the song :
Th' harmonious heav'nly throng. 4 O for a glance of heav'nly love,
Our hearts and songs to raise ;
And mingle with their lays.
Glory to God on high ;
Jesus was born to die.
Redeemer, brother, friend !
HYMN LXIX. C. M. [STEELE.]
Christ found in falbion as a Mar.
WAKE, awake the facred Tong
To our incarnate Lord;
Adore th' eternal word.
(O happy morn! illustrious hour !)
Was once in fleih array'd !
In all their glorious forms :
To dwell with sinful worms. 4. To dwell with misery below,
The Saviour left the skies ;
That worthless man might rise.
To hail the joyful day ;
Their grateful worship pay.
With wonder we adore;
Our highest praise were poor.
[WHITEFIELD'S COLL.) A Saviour, who is Christ the Lord. LARK! the herald angels fing
Glory to the new-born King! Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconcil'd. ż Joyful ail ye nations rise,
Join the triumphs of the skies :
Who is born at Bethlehem.
Light and life around he brings,
Ris'n with healing in his wings. 4. Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that men no more may die ;
Born to give them second birth. 5 Come, desire of nations, come,
Fix in us thy heav'nly home :
Bruise in us the serpent's head. 6 Adam's likeness now efface,
Stamp thy image in its place ;
Immanuel is Born.
Cast all low cares of life away,
With healing in his wings.
The Saviour of the world was born,
To whom that grace belongs. 3
O then let heav'n and earth rejoice,
When Satan's empire vanquish'd fell,
HYMN LXXII. C. M. · [RICHARDS. ]
Glad tidings of great Joy. *H' Almighty spake, and Gabr’el fped,
Upborne on wings of light ; Jehovah's glory round him spread,
And chang'd to day, the pight. 2 Swift down to earth th' Archangel flew,
From God's eternal throne ;
Glad tidings rollid around:
To catch Salvation's found. 4 Shout, fhout for joy ; rejoice, O earth :
Hail, hail this glorious morn;
To day are nations born,
Re-echo'd back the strain ;
Thus swept Ephratah's plain. 6 He comes ! he comes! the Saviour God,
Good will, peace, joy for men.