There, in the boundless worlds of light,
The great Redeemer dwells.

Legions of angels, strong and fair,
In countless armies shine,

At his right-hand, with golden harps,
To offer
songs divine.

They brought his chariot from above,

To bear him to his throne:

Clapp'd their triumphant wings, and cry'd, "The glorious work is done!"

HYMN XI.

How glorious, Lord, is thine abode,

Transparent is thy throne;

My soul with a desire, pants,

For its eternal home.

There, pain and sickness never come,
And grief no more complains;
Health triumphs in immortal bloom,
And endless pleasure reigns.

No clouds those blissful regions know,

But ever bright and fair;

For in the course of mortals, we

Can never enter there.

Prepare us Lord, by grace divine,
For thy bright courts on high;
Then bid our spirits rise, and join
The chorus of the sky.

There, holy souls perpetual Sabbath keep, And never are in want of food or sleep; There, new born saints with wreaths of glory crown'd,

Whilst ivory harps, and silver trumpets sound.

There, flaming seraphs, new made hymns begin,

And raptur'd cherubs, loud responses sing.

CHORUS.

Prépare us Lord, &c...

HYMN XII. FOR CHRISTMAS.
WHEN Jordan hush'd his waters still,
And silence slept on Sion hill;

When Bethel's shepherds thro' the night,
Watch'd o'er their flocks by starry light.
Hark ! from the midnight hills around,
A voice of more than mortal sound,
In distant hallelujahs stole,

Wild murm'ring on the raptur'd soul.
Then swift to ev'ry startled eye,
New streams of glory light the sky ;
Heav'n bursts her azure gates to pour
Her spirits to the midnight hour.

On wheels of light, and wings of flame,
The glorious hosts to Zion came;
High heav'n with songs of triumph rung,
While thus they struck their harps, & sung

"O Zion, lift thy raptur'd eye,
The long expected hour is nigh,
The joys of nature rise again,

The Prince of Salem comes to reign.

See mercy, from her golden urn,

Pours a rich stream to them that mourn;
Behold she binds with tender care,
The bleeding bosom of despair.

He comes to cheer the trembling heart,
Night, and her spectres pale, depart;
Again, the day-star gilds the gloom,
Again, the bowers of Eden bloom.

HYMN XIII. FOR CHRISTMAS-DAY.
HIGH let us swell our tuneful notes,
And join th' angelic throng,
For angels no such love have known,
T'awake a cheerful song.

Good will to sinful men is shown,
And peace on earth is given;
For lo! the incarnate Saviour comes,
. With messages from heav'n.

Justice and grace, with sweet accord,
His rising beams adorn;..

Let heav'n and earth in concert join,
Po us a child is born." ali mi.

Glory to God in highest strains,
In highest worlds, be paid;
His glory by our lips proclaim'd,
And by our lives display'd.

HYMM XIV. FOR CHRISTMAS.

GLORY to God, the holy angels cry;
Glory to God, let every heart reply;
The sun of righteousness now shines on
earth,

And peace returns at our Redeemer's birth.
Good-will to men, the holy angels cry;
Good-will to men, let every heart reply;
Let hatred, strife, and wrath, be heard no
more,

But peace and love, be spread from shore to shore.

Glory to God, who sent his Son from heav'n, For us a child is born, a Saviour given; He comes with peace, and pardon from above,

And rules his people with the laws of love.