2 He comes! He comes! the glorious Name The heav'nly Host, with one accord, In holy melody proclaim―

"A present Saviour, Christ the Lord!”
3 He comes! He comes! His star behold,
Glitt'ring along the eastern sky;

The Magian Priests, with spice and gold,
Prostrate before the Infant lie.

4 He comes! He comes! Be peace on earth;
Ye warring nations sheathe your swords;
And all adore the Saviour's birth,
The King of Kings, and Lord of Lords!

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New Year.

HYMN XIV. L.M.

TERNAL Source of ev'ry joy!
Well may Thy praise our lips employ,
While in thy temple we appear,

To hail Thee Sov'reign of the year.
2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the whole:
The sun is taught by Thee to rise,
The night by Thee to veil the skies.
3 Seasons renew'd, and years, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise:
Still be the grateful homage paid,
With morning light and ev'ning shade.
4 Here let our prayer, as incense, rise
To Thee, a grateful sacrifice;
Till to those glorious realms we soar,
When days and years revolve no more!

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HYMN XXI. SEVENS.

IT is finish'd !"-Shall we raise
Songs of sorrow, or of praise;
Mourn to see the Saviour die,
Or triumph in His victory?
2 If of Calvary we tell,

How can songs of triumph swell? If of man, redeem'd from woe, How shall notes of mourning flow? 3 Ours the guilt which pierc'd His side; Ours the sin for which He died : But the blood which flow'd to-day Wash'd that sin and guilt away. 4 Lamb of God! Thy death hath giv'n High and joyous hopes of heav'n: "It is finish'd!"-let us raise Songs of glory, joy, and praise!

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Easter.

HYMN XXII. SEVENS.

CHRIST is risen, the Lord is come,

Bursting from the sealed tomb; Death and Hell, in mute dismay, Render up their mightier prey. 2 Christ is risen, but not alone; Death, thy kingdom is o'erthrown! We shall rise, as He hath risen, From the deep sepulchral prison. 3 Heirs of Adam, sons of clay, Long in Death's dark thrall we lay; And went down, in trembling gloom, To the unawak'ning tomb.

4 Heirs of Christ, and sons of God,
In the path our Captain trod
Now we hope to soar on high,
To the everlasting sky.

5 Mortals once, immortal now,
Our vile bodies off we throw,
Glorious bodies to put on,

Round the great Redeemer's throne. 6 Lofty hopes!—and theirs, indeed, Who the Christian life shall lead; Christ's below in faith and love, Christ's in endless bliss above!

1 CHRIST the Lord is risen to-day, Hal.

Our triumphant holiday;

Who endur'd the cross and
Sinners to redeem and save.

2 Hymns of praises let us sing
Unto Christ our Heav'nly King;
For the pains which He endur'd
Our salvation hath secur'd.

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3 Lo! He rises, Mighty King!

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Where, O Death! is now thy sting? Hal.

Lo! He claims his native sky!

Hal.

Grave! where is thy victory?

Hal.

4 Christ the Lord is risen to-day,

Hal.

Our triumphant holiday:

Hal.

Now He reigns above the sky,

Hal.

Where the angels ever cry,

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HIS day be grateful homage paid,
And loud Hosannas sung;

Let gladness dwell in ev'ry heart,

And praise on ev'ry tongue.

2 O what a night was that, which wrapt
The Heathen world in gloom!
O what a Sun, which broke this day
Triumphant from the tomb!

3 The Powers of Darkness leagu'd in vain To bind our Lord in death:

He shook their kingdom, when he fell,
By his expiring breath!

4 Ten thousand diff'ring lips shall join
To hail this happy morn,

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Which scatters blessings from its wings On nations yet unborn!

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HYMN XXV. L. M.

HE Saviour lives, no more to die :
He lives, the Lord enthron'd on high:
He lives, triumphant o'er the grave:
He lives, eternally to save!

2 He lives, to still his children's fears:
He lives, to wipe away their tears:
He lives, their mansion to prepare :
He lives, to bring them safely there!
3 Behold the Intercessor stand
For ever at the Father's hand,
To turn his fiery wrath away,
And shield us in the dreadful day!

4 He wings each pray'r, He speeds each vow; Through Him the answ'ring blessings flow; By Him the world's brief peace is given, By Him th' enduring peace of Heaven! HYMN XXVI. P. M.

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THE happy morn is come!
Triumphant o'er the grave,
The Saviour leaves the tomb,
Omnipotent to save :
Captivity is captive led ;

For Jesus liveth, that was dead.
Who now accuseth them
For whom their Surety died?
Who now shall those condemn
Whom God hath justified?
Captivity is captive led;

For Jesus liveth, that was dead.
Christ hath the ransom paid;
The glorious work is done;
On Him our help is laid,
By Him our victory won :
Captivity is captive led;

For Jesus liveth, that was dead.

HYMN XXVII.

C. M.

THE Sun of Righteousness appears,

To set in blood no more

The Light, which scatters all your fears, Your rising God, adore.

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2 The saints, when He resign'd his breath, Unclos'd their sleeping eyes:

He breaks again the bands of death,
Again the dead arise.