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The incense, and the bleeding lamb,
The ark, the altar, and the priest.
Predictions in abundance meet,
To join their bleflings on his head ;
Jesus, we worship at thy feet,
And nations own the promis'd seed.

The Incarnation of Jesus.
WHEN God would prove his love,

To all the ruin'd race,
Defcending from above,
As full of truth and grace ;
He join'd our nature to his own,

And fav'd us in himself alone. 2 The work he well perform'd

In love, he came to do,
The pow'rs of hell he storm'd,
And drove th' infernal crew;
O'er death itself victorious rose

Triumphant over all our foes. 3 Hail, dear almighty King !

We praise thee for thy grace;
Thy victories we fing,
Thou Prince of life and peace ;
To'thee, eternal praise is due,
Who by thyself mad'It all things new,

The World made Fles. · MORTALS awake, with Angels join,

And chaunt the solemn lay;


Joy, love and gratitude combine

To hail th' auspicious day.
2 In heav'n the rapt'rous fong began,

And sweet Terapliic fire
Thro' all the thining legions ran,

And Arung and tun'd the lyre.
3 Hark! the cherubic armies shout,

And glory leads the song :
Good will and peace are heard throughout

Th' harmonious heav'nly throng. 4 O for a glance of heav'nly love,

Our hearts and songs to raise ;
Sweetly to bear our fou's above,

And mingle with their lays.
5 With joy the chorus we'll repeat,

Glory to God on high ;
Good will and peace are now complete,

Jesus was born to die.
6 Hail, Prince of life, forever hail !

Redeemer, brother, friend !
Tho' earth and time, and life should fail,
Thy praise Mall never end.

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Christ found in falbion as a Mar.

WAKE, awake the facred Tong

To our incarnate Lord;
Let ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue

Adore th' eternal word.
2 That awful word, that sov'reign pow'r,
By whom the worlds were made


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(O happy morn! illustrious hour !)

Was once in fleih array'd !
3 Then shone almighty pow'r and love,

In all their glorious forms :
When Jesus left the throne above

To dwell with sinful worms. 4. To dwell with misery below,

The Saviour left the skies ;
And funk to wretchedness and woe,

That worthless man might rise.
5 Adoring angels ton'd their songs

To hail the joyful day ;
With rapture then let mortal tongues

Their grateful worship pay.
6 What glory, Lord, to thee is due !

With wonder we adore;
But could we fing as atigels do,

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 :
Nature rise and worship him,

Who is born at Bethlehem.
3 Hail the heav'n.born Prince of Peace !
Hail the Sun of Righteoufness !

P. M.


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 raise the fons of earth ;

Born to give them second birth. 5 Come, desire of nations, come,

Fix in us thy heav'nly home :
Rise the woman's conq'ring seed,

Bruise in us the serpent's head. 6 Adam's likeness now efface,

Stamp thy image in its place ;
Second Adam from above,
Work it in us by thy love.

Immanuel is Born.
RISE, and hail the happy day;

Cast all low cares of life away,
And thought of meaner things :
This day to cure our deadly woes,
The Sun of Righteousness arose,

With healing in his wings.
2 If angels on that happy morn,

The Saviour of the world was born,
Pour'd forth their joyful songs ;
Much more should we of human race;
Adore the wonders of his grace,

To whom that grace belongs. 3

O then let heav'n and earth rejoice,
Let ev'ry creature join his voice,
To hymn the happy day i

When Satan's empire vanquish'd fell,
And all the pow’rs of death and hell,
Confess'd his fov'reign sway.

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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 ;
His shining robe of rainbow hue,
The stars, moon, sun outlhone.
3 One note of peace was heard on high

Glad tidings rollid around:
Ten thousand thousand left the sky,

To catch Salvation's found. 4 Shout, fhout for joy ; rejoice, O earth :

Hail, hail this glorious morn;
Rejoice ! rejoice, in Jesus birth!

To day are nations born,
5 From Zion's hill to worlds above,

Re-echo'd back the strain ;
And golden harps attun'd to love,

Thus swept Ephratah's plain. 6 He comes ! he comes! the Saviour God,

Good will, peace, joy for men.
Glad tidings shout to all abroad,
So be it, Lord ; Amen.

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