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HYMN I. The Song of the Angels. For the Nativity of our blessed Lord and Saviour. Luke ii. ver. 8–15. Wilso shepherds watch'd their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The Angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. 2 “Fear not,” said he, for mighty dread Had seiz'd their troubled mind; “Glad tidings of great joy I bring “To you, and all mankind. 3 “To you, in David’s town, this day “Is born, of David’s line, “The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord; “And this shall be the sign: 4 “The Heavenly Babe you there shall find, “To haman view display’d, “All meanly wrapp'd in swathing bands, “And in a manger laid.” 5 Thus spake the Seraph, and forthwith Appear'd a shining thron Of Angels, praising God, who thus Address'd their joyful song: 6 “All glory be to God on high, “And to the earth be peace; * Good-will, henceforth, from heaven to men, “Begin, and never cease.” HYMN II. The Song of Men of..." to the Song of the Angels. Woo Angels thus, Q Lord, rejoice, Shall men no Anthem raise 2 O may we lose these useless tongues, When we forget to praise! 2 Then let us swell responsive notes, And join the heavenly throng; For Angels no such love have known As we, to wake their song. 3 Good-will to sinful dust is shown, And peace on earth is given; For lo! th’ incarnate Saviour comes, With news of joy from heaven! 4 Mercy and truth, with sweet accord, His rising beams adorn; Let heaven and earth in concert sing, “The Promis’d Child is born!” 5 Glory to God, in highest strains, By highest worlds is paid: Be glory, then, by us proclaim’d, And by our lives display’d; 6 Till we attain those blissful realms, Where now our Saviour reigns; To rival these celestial choirs In their immortal strains! - HYMN III. FOR GOOD-FRIDAY. On the Sufferings of our blessed Lord and Saviour. ROM whence these direful omens round, Which heaven and earth amaze? Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground?

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For all eternity. 5 So count yourselves as dead to sin, But graciously restor'd, And made, henceforth, alive to God, Through Jesus Christ our Lord. HYMN V. For the same. HRIST from the dead is rais'd, and made The First Fruits of the tomb; For, as by man came death, by man Did resurrection come. 2 For, as in Adam all mankind Did guilt and death derive; So, by the righteousness of Christ, Shall all be made alive.

3 If then ye risen are with Christ,
Seek only how to get
The thing: which are above, where Christ
At God's right hand is set.
Co.; Holy Ghost! Creator, come,
Inspire the souls of thine;
Till every heart which thou hast made
Be fill'd with grace divine.
2 Thou art the Comforter, the gift
Of God, and fire of love; -
The everlasting spring of joy,
And unction from above.

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For the same. Mo God, and is thy table spread? And does thy cup with love o’erflow : Thither be all thy children led, And let them thy sweet mercies know ! 2 Hail, sacred Feast, which Jesus makes' Rich banquet of his flesh and blood! Thrice happy he who here partakes That sacred stream, that heavenly food! 3 Why are its dainties all in vain Before unwilling hearts display’d 2 Was not for you the victim slain? Are you forbid the children's bread 2 4 O let thy table honour’d be, And furnish’d well with joyful guests ' And may each soul salvation see, That here its holy pledges tastes: 5 Drawn by thy quick’ning grace, O Lord, In countless numbers let them come, And gather from their Father's board, The bread that lives beyond the tomb : 6 Nor let thy spreading Gospel rest, Till through the world thy truth has run, Till with this bread all men be blest Who see the light, or feel the sun

HYMN XI. For the same.

A* are we now brought near to God,
Who once at distance stood?
And, to effect this glorious change,
Did Jesus shed his blood 2
2 O for a song of ardent praise,
To bear our souls above?
What should allay our lively hope,
Or damp our flaming love!
3 Then let us join the heavenly Choirs,
To praise our Heavenly King!
O may that love which spreads this board,
Inspire us while we sing—
4 “Glory to God in highest strains,
“And to the earth be peace;
“Good-will from heaven to men is come;
“And let it never cease!”

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It holds its life from thee alone,
On earth, or in the world unknown.
5 To thee our spirits we resign,
Make them and own them still as thine;
So shall they live secure from fear,
Though death should blast the rising year.
6 Thy children, panting to be gone,
May bid the tide of time roll on,
To land them on that happy shore,

where years and death are known no more.

7 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor hell shall reach that place;
No groans to mingle with the songs,
Resounding from immortal tongues:
8 No more alarms from ghostly foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
9 O, long expected year! begin;
Dawn on this world of woe and sin;
Fain would we leave this weary road,
To sleep in death, and rest with God.
The Christian's Hope.
HEN, rising from the bed of death,
O'erwhelm’d with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker, face to face;
O how shall I appear!
2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And tremables at the thought;
3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclos'd
In Majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul;
O how shall I appear!
3. But thou hast told the troubled mind,
Wo does her sins lament;
The timely tribute of her tears
Shall endless woe prevent.
5 Then see the sorrow of my heart,
E’er yet it be too late;
And hear my Saviour's dying groans,
To give these sorrows weight.
6 For never shall my soul despair
Her pardon to procure,
Who knows thy only Son has died,
To make her pardon sure.
7 Great God! with wonder and with praise
On all thy works I look;
But still thy wisdom, power, and grace,
Shine brighter in thy book.
3 The stars, that in their courses roll,
Have much instruction given;
But thy good word informs my soul
How I may soar to heaven.
9 The fields provide me food, and show
The goodness of the Lord;
But fruits of life and glory grow
In thy most holy word.
10 Here are my choicest treasures hid,
Here my best comfort lies;
Here my desires are satisfy’d,
And here my hopes arise.
11 Lord, make me understand thy law,
Show what my faults have been;
And from thy Gospel let me draw
Pardon for all my sin.
12 Here would I learn how Christ has died
To save my soul from hell;
Not all the books on earth beside
Such heavenly wonders tell.


13 Then let me love my Bible more,
And take a fresh delight,
By day to read these wonders o'er,
And meditate by night.
On Gratitude to God.
Wo all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise!
2 O how shall words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare,
That glows within my ravish’d heart!
But thou can'st read it there.
3 Thy providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redrest,
When in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.
4. To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,
E’er yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
To form themselves in prayer.
5 Unnumber’d comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow’d.
6 When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, convey’d me safe,
And led me up to man.
7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
It gently clear'd my way,
And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be fear'd than they.
8 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
With health renew’d my face;
And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.
9 Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
Has made my cup run o'er;
And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubled all my store.
10 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily, thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
11 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I’ll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
12. When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more,
M; ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore.
13 *... all eternity to thee
A joyful song I’ll raise;
For oh! eternity’s too short
To utter all thy praise.

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3 Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale; And nightly, to the list’ning eartb, epeats the story of her birth; 4. Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 5 What though in solemn silence all Move round the dark terrestrial ball; What though no real voice nor sound Amidst their radiant orbs be found; 6 In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing as they shine, “The hand that made us is divine.” HYMN XVI. On the Providence of God: Taken chiefly from the 23d Psalm of David. HE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye; 2 My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend: When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant, 3 To fertile vales and dewy meads My weary wand'ring steps he leads, Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landskip flow. 4 Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread; My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; 5 Thy friendly crook shall give me aid And guide me through the dreadful shade: Though in a hare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray, 6 Thy bounty shall my pains beguile, The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crown'd, And streams shall murmur all around.

HYMN XVII. For the Mercies of Redemption. LL-glorious God, what hymns of praise Shall our transported voices raise! What ardent love and zeal are due, While heaven stands open to our view! 2 Once we were fall’n, and O how low ! Just on the brink of endless woe; When Jesus, from the realms above, Borne on the wings of boundless love, 3 Scatter'd the shades of death and night, And spread around his heavenly light! By him what wondrous grace is shown To souls impoverish’d and undone! 4 He shows, beyond these mortal shores, A bright inheritance as ours; Where saints in light our coming wait, To share their holy, happy state! HYMN XVIII. For Public Mercies and Deliverances. ALVATION doth to God belong; His power and grace shall be our song; From him alone all mercies flow; His arm alone subdues the foe! 2 Then praise this God, who bows his ear Propitious to his people's prayer; And though deliverance he may stay, Yet answers still in his own day. '

3 Q may this goodness lead our land,
Still say’d by thine Almighty hand,
The tribute of its love to bring
To thee, our Saviour and our King;
4 Till every public temple raise
A song of triumph to thy praise;
And every peaceful private home
To thee a temple shall become.
5 Still be it our supreme delight
To walk as in thy glorious sight;
Still in thy precepts and thy fear,
Till life's last hour, to persevere.
On God’s Dominion over the Sea.
OD of the seas' thine awful voice
Bids all the rolling waves rejoice;
And one soft word of thy command
Can sink them silent in the sand.
2 The smallest fish that swims the seas,
Sportful, to thee a tribute pays;
And largest monsters of the deep,
At thy command, or rage or sleep.
3 Thus is thy glorious power ador’d
Among the wat'ry nations, Lord!
Yet men, who trace the dang'rous waves,
Forget the mighty God who saves!

HYMN XX. Which may be used at Sea or on Land. Lo. for the just thou dost provide; Thou art their sure defence! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help Omnipotence. 2 Though they through foreign lands should

roam, And breathe the tainted air In burning climates, far from home; Yet thou, their God, art there. 3 Thy goodness sweetens every soil, Makes every country please; Thou on the snowy hills doth smile, And smooth'st the rugged seas' # When waves on waves, to heaven uprear'd, Defy'd the pilot's art; When terror in each face appear'd, And sorrow in each heart; 5 To thee I rais'd my humble prayer, To snatch me from the grave! l found thine ear not slow to hear, Nor short thine arm to save! 6 Thou gav'st the word—the winds did cease, The storms obey'd thy will, The raging sea was hush'd in peace, And every wave was still! 7 For this, my life, in every state, A life of praise shall be; / And death, when death shall be my fate, Shall join my soul to thee. HYMN XXI. Prayer and Hope of Victory. OW may the God of grace and power | Attend his people's humble cry; efend them in the needful hour, And send deliverance from on high. 2 In his salvation is our hope, And in the name of Israel's God Our troops shall lift their banners up ; Qur navies spread their flags abroad. 3 Some trust in horses train’d for war, And some of chariots make their boasts;

Qur surest expectations are
From thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts'

4. Then save us, Lord, from slavish fear,
And let our trust be firm and strong,
Till thy salvation shall appear,
And hymns of peace conclude our song.
For the Use of the Sick.
HEN dangers, woes, or death are nigh,
W Past mercies teach me where to fly;
Thine arm, Almighty God, can aid,
When sickness grieves, and pains invade.
2 To all the various helps of art
Kindly tly healing power impart;
Bethesda’s” bath refus’d to save,
Unless an Angel bless'd the wave.
3 All med'cines act by thy decree,
Receive commission all from thee;
And not a plant which spreads the plains, .
But teems with health, when heaven ordains.
4. Clay and Siloam’sf pool, we find,
At heaven’s command restor'd the blind;
nd Jordan’sł waters hence were seen
o wash a Syrian leper clean.
5. But grant me nobler favours still,
Grant me to know and do thy will;
Purge my foul soul from every stain,
And save me from eternal pain.
& Can such a wretch for pardon sue?
My crimes, my crimes arise in view,
Arrest my trembling tongue in prayer,
And pour the horrors of despair.
7 But thou, regard my contrite sighs,
My tortur’d breast, my streaming eyes;
To me thy boundless love extend,
My God, my Father, and my Friend.
g +). lovely names I ne'er could plead,
Had not thy Son vouchsaf’d to bleed;
His blood procures for human race
Admittance to the throne of grace.
9 When sin has shot its poison'd dart,
And conscious guilt corrodes the heart,
His blood is all-sufficient found
To draw the shaft and heal the wound."
10. What arrows pierce so deep as sin?
What venom gives such pain within:
Thou great Physician of the soul,
Rebuke my pangs, and nake me whole.
11 O ! if I trust thy sov’reign skill,
And bow submissive to thy will,
Sickness and death shall both agree
To bring me, Lord, at last to thee.
On Recovery from Sickness.
Wo we are raised from deep distress,
Our God deserves our song;
We take the pattern of our praise
From Hezekiah’s tongue.
2 The gates of the devouring grave
Are open'd wide in vain,
If he that holds the keys of death
Command them fast again.
3 When he but speaks the healing word,
Then no disease withstands;
Feyers and plagues obey the Lord,
And fly, as he commands.
4 If half the strings of life should break,
He can our frame restore,
And east our sins behind his back,
And they are found no more.

5 To him I cry’d, “Thy servant save,
“Thou ever good and just;
“Thy power can rescue from the grave;
“Thy power is all my trust!” - -
6 He heard, and sav'd my soul from death,
And dry'd my falling tears;
Now to his praise I’ll spend my breath,
Through my remaining years.
On the same.
MY God, since thou hast rais'd me up,
Thee I’ll extol with thankful voice!
liestor’d by thine Almighty power,
With fear before thee I’ll rejoice.
2. With troubles worn, with pain oppress'd,
To thee I cry’d, and thou did'st save;
Thou did'st support my sinking hopes,
My life did'st rescue from the grave.
3 Wł. ye saints! rejoice with me,
With me sing praises to the Lord;
Call all his goodness to your mind,
And all his faithfulness record.
4 His anger is but short; his love,
Which is our life, hath certain stay;
Grief may continue for a night, -
But joy returns with rising day!
5 Then what I vow’d in my distress,
In happier hours I now will give,
And strive, that in my grateful verse
His F. may for ever live.
6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The blest and undivided Three,
The one sole Giver of all life,
Glory and praise for ever be.
Funeral Consolations.
EAR what the voice from heaven declares
To those in Christ who die!
“Releas'd from all their earthly cares,
“They reign with him on high.”
2 Then, why lament departed friends,
Or shake at death's alarms
Death's but the servant Jesus sends
To call us to his arms.
3 If sin be pardon'd we’re secure,
Death hath no sting beside;
The law gave sin its strength and power;
But Christ, our ransom, died!
4 The graves of all his saints he bless'd,
When in the grave he lay;
And rising thence, their hopes he rais'dr
To everlasting day !
5 Then joyfully, while life we have,
To Christ, our life, we’ll sing—
“Where is thy victory, O grave?
“And where, O death, thy sting?”
Christ's Commission to preach the Gospef
St. JMatth. chap. x.
G% forth, ye Heralds, in my name,

Sweetly the Gospel trumpet sound;

The glorious Jubilee proclaim,

Where’er the human race is found.

2 The joyful news to all impart,

And teach them where salvation lies;

With care bind up the broken heart,

And wipe the tears from weeping eyes.

3 Be wise as serpents where you go,

But harmless as the peaceful dove,

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That ye're commission'd from above.

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