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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.
HYMN LXVII. P. M. [JOHN MURRAY.]

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,
HYMN LXVIII. C.M. (MEDLEY.]

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

And chaunt the solemn lay;

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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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HYMN LXIX. C. M. [STEELE.]

Christ found in falbion as a Mar.
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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.
HYMN LXX.

[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 !

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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.
HYMN LXXI. P. M. [HOWARD'S coul.]

Immanuel is Born.
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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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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 ;
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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