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"Fear not," said he (for mighty dread
To you, in David's town this day
The Saviour who is Christ the Lord,
The heav'nly babe you there shall find
All meanly wrapp'd in swathing bands,
Thus spake the seraph and forthwith,
"All glory be to God on high,
Goodwill henceforth, from heav'n to men, Begin and never cease."
FOR NEW-YEAR'S DAY.
GOD of my life, thy constant care,
And wake anew mine annual
How many precious souls are fled
We yet survive; but who can say,
Thus far, at least, in league with death?"
That breath is thine, eternal God,
To thee our spirits we resign,
Make them and own them still as thine;
So shall they smile, secure from fear, Though death should blast the rising year.
HYMN XXI. FOR GOOD-FRIDAY.
No songs of triumph now be sung,
th' accursed cross,
The bleeding Saviour dies,
Our guilt endures, and pays for us ·
His life a sacrifice.
What agonies his soul assail,
Thy Spirit Lord, impart to me,
To hate the sin that murder'd thee.
COME let us join our cheerful songs,
"Worthy the Lamb that dy'd," they cry,
"To be exalted thus:"
"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
"For he was slain for us."
Jesus is worthy to receive
Let all that dwell above the sky,
The whole creation join in one,
Of him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.
OUR Lord is risen from the dead,
Loose all your bars of massy light,
Who is the King of Glory, who?
Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,
And Angels chant the solemn lay, "Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates! Ye everlasting doors give way.