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66.

NATIVITY.

P. M. (4-7's.)
HARK, the herald angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King!
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconcil'd.
Joyful all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skies,
With th' angelic host proclaim,
Christ is born in Bethlehem.
Veil'd in flesh, the Godhead see!
Hail, Incarnate Deity!
Pleas'd as man wlth man to dwell;
Jesus, our Immanuel!
Hail, the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!
Hail, the Sun of Righteousness !
Life and light to all he brings;
Ris'n with healing in his wings.
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born, that man no more may die ;
Born, to raise the sons of earth,
Born, to give them second birth.
NEW SABBATH.

L. M .
HELP us, O Lord! thy yoke to wear,
Delighting in thy perfect will;
Each other's burdens learn to bear,
And thus thy law of love fulfil.
Teach us, with glad and cheerful hearts,
As thou hast bless'd our various store,
From our abundance to impart
A liberal portion to the poor.
To thee our all devoted be,
In whom we breathe, and move, and live :
Freely we have receiv'd from thee;
Freely may we rejoice to give.
And while we thus obey thy Word,
And ev'ry call of want relieve,

may we find it, gracious Lord !

bless'd to give than to receive.

68.
KINGTON.

P. M. (8. 8. 6.)
HELP, Lord, to whom for help I fly,
And still my tempted soul stand by,

Throughout the evil day;
A sacred watchfulness impart,
And keep the issues of my heart,

And stir me up to pray.
My soul with thy whole armour arm,
In each approach of sin alarm,

And shew the danger near ;
Surround, sustain, and strengthen me,
And fill with godly jealousy,

And sanctifying fear.
Whene'er my careless hands hang down,
Oh, let me see the gath'ring frown,

And feel thy warning eye;
And, starting, cry from ruin's brink,
“ Save, Jesus, or I yield, I sink ;

Oh, save me, or I die!”
If near the pit I rashly stray,
Before I wholly fall away

The keen conviction dart!
Recall me by that pitying look,
That kind upbraiding glance, which broke

Unfaithful Peter's heart. 69.

SICILIAN. P. M. (8's & 7's.)
HOLY Ghost! dispel our sadness,

Pierce the clouds of nature's night;
Come, thou source of joy and gladness,

Breathe thy life, and spread thy light.
Hear, Oh! hear our supplication,

Blessed Spirit! God of Peace !
Rest upon this congregation

With th' abundance of thy grace.
Author of our new creation,

Bid us all thine influence prove;
Make our souls thy habitation,

Shed abroad the Saviour's love.

JEWIN STREET. P. M. (8's & 7's double.)
HOLY Ghost, whose fire celestial,

Light and life divine imparts ;
Come, and dwell in breasts terrestrial;

Heav'n reveal in earthly hearts.
Come, and pour in blest effusion,

Heav'nly unction from above:
Scatt'ring wide in rich diffusion,

Comfort, light, and fire of love."
Keep thy church in holy union,

Foes remove,-give peace at home;
Source of peace, and sweet communion,

Where thou dwell'st no ill can come.
Teach us humbly to adore thee,

While on earth we pass our days;
Thence transport our souls to glory,

Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

71.
DERBY.

L. M.
HOW blest are they who still abide
Close shelter'd in the Saviour's side!
Who joy and strength from him derive,
And by him move and in him live!
Ah, Lord, enlarge our scanty thought,
To know the wonders thou hast wrought;
Unloose our stamm’ring tongue, to tell
Thy love immense, unsearchable !
Take our poor hearts, and let them be
For ever clos'd to all but thee;
Seal thou our breast, and let us wear
That pledge of love for ever there.
First-born of many brethren thou,
To thee both earth and heav'n must bow;
Help us to thee our all to give !
Thine may we die, thine may we live.

72.

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BELLEFIELD.
HOW condescending and how kind

Was God's eternal Son;
In heav'n our mis'ry reach'd his mind,

And pity brought him down.
He sunk beneath our heavy woes

To raise us to his throne;
There's not a gift his hand bestows,

But cost his heart a groan.
Now, though he reigns exalted high,

His love is still as great ;
Well he remembers Calvary,

Nor let his saints forget.
Here let our hearts be taught to melt,

While we his death record;
And with our joy for pardon'd guilt,

Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord.

73.

TIRLEY. P. M. (2-10's & 2-11's.)
HOW glorious the Lamb
Is seen on his throne,
His labours are o'er,
His conquests are won :
A kingdom is given
Into the Lamb's hand,
In earth and in heaven
For ever to stand.
Ye sinners below
Then trust to the Lord;
Look up to his arm,
His honour, his word ;
Athirst for his favour,
His Godhead adore ;
Look up to your Saviour,
And joy evermore.

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SILOAM.
HOW happy are the souls above,

From sin and sorrow free!
With Jesus there they sweetly rest,

And all his glory see.

75.

That brought us here to God;"
In ceaseless hymns of praise they sing

The merit of his blood.
With wond’ring joy they recollect

Their fears and dangers past;
And bless the wisdom, pow'r, and love,

Which brought them here at last.
They follow the exalted Lamb,

Where'er they see him go;
And at the footstool of his throne

Their blood-bought crowns they throw.
Lord, let the merits of thy death

To each of us be giv’n;
And we with them shall sing thy praise
Through all the courts of heav'n.
ST. MARY'S

C. M.
HOW shall we stand when Christ appears ?

How come before the Lord ?
At that dread hour will cries or tears

Avert the threatening sword ?
Shall sinners plead the costly blood

Of lambs or bullocks spilt?
Shall they allege their hearts are good,

And think to hide their guilt ?
Ah! no ;—the Lamb of God alone,

The Lamb, whom God hath sent,
Can for our num'rous sins atone,

And his just wrath prevent.
O Lamb of God! our sins forgive !

On thee our hopes we place :
Say to our troubled spirits, live ;

And save us by thy grace.

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