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7 My lips shall dwell upon his praise,

And spread his name abroad:
Let all the sons of Adam raise

The honours of their God.


[s. B. 269.] C. M. God moves in a mysterious way,

His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides


the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,

And works his sovereign will.
3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;

The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head.
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

But trust him for his grace:
Behind a frowning providence,

He hides a smiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour:
The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flower. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan his work in vain:
God is his own interpreter,

And he will make it plain.

L. M. o famine o'er the mournful field her desolating reign; g her blooming beauties yield, siell the fruitful grain:


2 Should lowing herds, and bleating sheep,

Around their famish'd master die;
And hope itself despairing, weep,

While life deplores its last supply: 3 Amid the dark, the dreadful scene,

If I can say, The Lord is mine!
The joy shall triumph o'er the pain,

And glory dawn, though life decline. 4 The God of my salvation lives;

My nobler life he will sustain:
His word immortal vigour gives;

Nor shall my glorious hope be vain. 5 Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart,

Though every earthly comfort die:
Thy smile can bid my pains depart,

And raise my sacred pleasures high. 6 Oh ! let me hear thy blissful voice

Inspiring life and joys divine: The barren desert shall rejoice: 'Tis paradise if thou art mine.





[s. B.16.]

HARK! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the new-born King!

Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
“ God to sinners reconciled.”
Joyful all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skies:
With the angelic host proclaim,
“ Christ is born in Bethlehem."

2 Christ, by highest heaven adored;

Christ, the everlasting Lord ;
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of a virgin's womb !
Veild in flesh the Godhead see ;
Hail the incarnate Deity!
Pleased as man with men to appear,

Jesus, our Immanuel, here.
3 Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace!

Hail, the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Ris'n with healing in his wings.
Mild he lays his glory by;
Born, that man no more may die:
Bom, to raise the sons of earth;

Born, to give immortal birth.
4 Come, Desire of nations, come!

Fix in us thy humble home:
Rise, the woman's conquering seed:
Bruise in us the serpent's head.
Adam's likeness now efface;
Stamp thy image in its place:
Second Adam from above,
Reinstate us in thy love.
[s. B. 17.]

C. M.
HARK! the glad sound, the Saviour comes,

The Saviour promised long:
Let every heart prepare a throne,

And every voice a song.
2 On him the Spirit largely pour'd

Exerts his sacred fire :
Wisdom, and might, and zeal, and love,

His holy breast inspire.
3 He comes, the prisoners to release,

In Satan's bondage held:
The gates of brass before him burst,

The iron fetters yield.

4 He comes, from thickest films of vice

To clear the mental ray; And on the eyes oppress'd with night,

To pour celestial day.
5 He comes the broken heart to bind,

The bleeding soul to cure;
And with the treasures of his grace,

To enrich the humble poor. 6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace!

Thy welcome shall proclaim; And heaven's eternal arches ring

With thy beloved name.


BRIGHT and joyful is the morn,
For to us a Child is born:
From the highest realms of heaven.

Unto us a Son is given.
2 On his shoulder he shall bear

Power and majesty, and wear
On his vesture and his thigh,

Names most awful and most high. 3 Wonderful in counsel He,

The incarnate Deity:
Sire of ages ne'er to cease,

King of kings, and Prince of Peace. 4 Come and worship at his feet,

Yield to Christ the homage meet:
From his manger to his throne,
Homage due to God alone.


7. COME, ye saints, this morn behold! Israel's Saviour-long foretold: Christ is born-Messiah comes ! Bear the tidings to your homes.

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