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The incenfe, and the bleeding lamb,
The ark, the altar, and the priest.
Predictions in abundance meet,
To join their bleffings on his head;
Jefus, we worship at thy feet,
And nations own the promis'd feed.
Defcending from above,
As full of truth and grace;
He join'd our nature to his own,
And fav'd us in himself alone.
HYMN LXVII. P. M. [JOHN MURRAY.]
The Incarnation of Jefus.
WHEN God would prove his love,
To all the ruin'd race,
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 rofe
Triumphant over all our foes.
3 Hail, dear almighty King!
We praife thee for thy grace;
Thy victories we fing,
Thou Prince of life and peace;
To thee, eternal praise is due,
Who by thyfelf mad'ft all things new,
HYMN LXVIII. C. M. [MEDLEY.]
The World made Flefh. ORTALS awake, with Angels join, And chaunt the folemn lay;
Joy, love and gratitude combine
To hail th' aufpicious day.
2 In heav'n the rapt'rous fong began,
And fweet feraphic fire
Thro' all the thining legions ran,
And ftrung and tun'd the lyre.
Hark! the cherubic armies fhout,
And glory leads the song :
Good will and peace are heard throughout
Th' harmonious heav'nly throng.
4 O for a glance of beav'nly love,
Our hearts and fongs to raise ;
Sweetly to bear our fou's above,
And mingle with their lays.
With joy the chorus we'll repeat,
Glory to God on high;
Good will and peace are now complete,
Jefus was born to die.
6 Hail, Prince of life, forever hail ! Redeemer, brother, friend!
Tho' earth and time, and life should fail,
Thy praife fhall never end.
HYMN LXIX. C. M. [STEELE.]
Chrift found in falbion as a Mar.
AWAKE, awake the facred fong
To our incarnate Lord;
Let ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue
A dore th' eternal word.
2 That awful word, that fov'reign pow'r, By whom the worlds were made;
(O happy morn! illuftrious hour!)
Was once in flech
3 Then fhone almighty pow'r and love,
In all their glorious forms:
When Jefus left the throne above
To dwell with finful worms.
4 To dwell with mifery below,
The Saviour left the fkies;
And funk to wretchednefs and woe,
That worthless man might rife.
5 Adoring angels tun'd their fongs
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 angels do,
Our highest praise were poor.
HYMN LXX. P. M.
A Saviour, who is Chrift the Lord.
ARK! the herald angels fing
Glory to the new-born King!
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and finners reconcil'd.
2 Joyful all ye nations rife,
Join the triumphs of the fkies!
Nature rife and worship him,
Who is born at Bethlehem.
3 Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace! Hail the Sun of Righteoufnefs!
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 fecond birth.
5 Come, defire of nations, come,
Fix in us thy heav'nly home :
Rife the woman's conq'ring feed,
Bruise in us the ferpent'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.
ARISE, and hail the happy day;
Caft 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 fongs;
Much more fhould we of human race;
Adore the wonders of his grace,
To whom that grace belongs.
3 Othen let heav'n and earth rejoice, Let ev'ry creature join his voice, To hymn the happy day;
When Satan's empire vanquifh'd fell,
And all the pow'rs of death and hell,
Confefs'd his fov'reign fway.
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 night.
2 Swift down to earth th' Archangel flew, From God's eternal throne;
His fhining robe of rainbow hue,
The stars, moon, fun outshone.
3 One note of peace was heard on high:
Glad tidings roll'd around:
Ten thoufand 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 Jefus birth!
To day are nations born.
From Zion's hill to worlds above,
Re-echo'd back the strain ;
And golden harps attun'd to love,
Thus fwept Ephratah's plain.
6 He comes! he comes! the Saviour God,
Good will, peace, joy for men.
Glad tidings fhout to all abroad,
So be it, Lord; Amen.