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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 heav'nly babe you there shall find,
“ To human view display'd, “ All meanly wrapt in swathing bands,
“ And in a manger laid."
Appear'd a shining throng
Address’d their joyful song: 6 " All glory be to God on high,
" And to the earth be peace; “ Good will, henceforth, from heav'n to men, Begin and never cease.” HYMN 44.
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HILE angels thus, O Lord, rejoice, ,
Shall men no anthem raise?
When we forget to praise !
And join the heav'nly throng;
As we, to wake their song.
And peace on earth is giv'n;
With news of joy from heav'n!
His rising beams adorn;
“ The promis'd child is born!" 5 Glory to God, in highest strains,
By highest worlds is paid;
And by our lives display'd;
6 Till we attain those blissful realms,
Where now our Saviour reigns;
In their immortal strains !
! the herald angels sing
Glory to ;
God and sinners reconcil'd!
Join the triumphs of the skies;
Christ is born in Bethlehem !
Christ, the everlasting Lord,
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the virgin's womb!
4 Veil'd in flesh the Godhead see! L
Hail th' incarnate Deity,
Jesus, now Emanuel !
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. 1 Zion! the marvellous story be telling,
The Son of the Highest, how lowly his birth!
He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns upon earth.
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. 2 Tell how he cometh, from nation to nation,
The heart-cheering news let the earth echo round;
How his people with joy everlasting are crown'd.
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King.
3 Mortals ! your homage be gratefully bringing,
And sweet let the gladsome hosanna arise; Ye angels! the full hallelujah be singing,
One chorus resound through the earth and the skies: Chorus. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing, Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. HYMN 47.
Isaiah ix. 2–7.
HE race that long in darkness pin'd
Have seen a glorious light;
Who dwelt in death and night.
The gath’ring nations come,
Their harvest treasures home.
The oppressor's reign is broke;
Ảas burst his cruel yoke.
To us the Son is giv'n';
And all the hosts of heav'n.
For evermore ador'd;
The mighty God, and Lord.
His reign no end shall know;
And peace abound below.
END OF THE YEAR.
(c. m.) NIME hastens on; ye longing saints,
Now raise your voices high;
Which shows salvation nigh.
2 As time departs salvation comes,
Each moment brings it near; Then welcome each declining day;
Welcome each closing year.
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c St. LUKE xiii. 6-9.
6 1 EE, in the vineyard of the Lord, ,
A barren fig-tree stands;
Though planted by His hands.
And still no fruit is found;
“ Why cumbers it the ground ?"
“ The barren fig-tree spare, L" Another year in mercy wait,
“ It yet may bloom and bear: 4." But if my culture prove in vain,
6 And still no fruit be found,
With blessings crowns each op'ning year, My scanty span doth still prolong,
And wakes anew mine annual song. 2 How many precious souls are fled
To the vast regions of the dead,
Through his last yearly period run! 3 We yet survive; but who can say,
" Or through this year, or month, or day,
4 That breath is thine, eternal God;
"Tis thine to fix my soul's abode; 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;
Though death should blast the rising year. 6 Thy children panting to be gone,
May bid the tide of time roll on,
Where years and death are known no more. 7 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach that place;
Resounding from immortal tongues : 8 No more alarms from ghostly foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
But sacred, high, eternal noon. 9 O long expected year! begin;
Dawn on this world of wo and sin;
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S o'er the past my mem'ry strays,
Why heaves the secret sigh? 'Tis that I mourn departed days,
Presents a fearful void.
Chase from my lab’ring breast :
That grace can do the rest.
And when thy sure decree
O speed my soul to Thee.