6 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.
HYMN VIII. L. M.
1 REJOICE my soul, behold the morn,
On which the Prince of Life was born:
Messiah leaves his Father's throne;
The glorious Lord of all comes down.
Shout all ye flaming hosts above,
Let heav'n resound with Jesu's love!
In ceaseless Hallelujahs cry-
"All glory be to God on high."
2 He meekly stoops to visit earth,
No honours solemnize his birth;
No outward pomp the God displays,
Nor glory decks the Saviour's face.
Shout all ye, &c.
3 Arise my soul, and hail the day,
Nor sleep the solemn hours away;
With angel hosts, arise and sing-
"Hosannah to our new-born King."
Shout all ye, &c.
1 HIGH let us swell our tuneful notes, And join th' angelic throng:.
The angels no such love have known
As we, to wake their song.
2 Good-will to sinful men is shewn,
And peace on earth is giv'n;
For lo! th' incarnate Saviour comes,
With messages from heav'n.
3 Justice and grace, with sweet accord, His rising beams adorn:
Let heav'n and earth in concert join, "The promis'd Child is born."
4 Glory to God in highest strains
By highest worlds is paid;
Be glory then by us proclaim'd,
And by our lives display'd.
HYMN X. P. M.
1 ANGELS, from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight o'er all the earth;
Ye, who sang creation's story,
Now proclaim Messiah's birth:
Come and worship,
Worship Christ, the new-born King.
2 Shepherds in the field abiding,
Watching o'er your flock by night, God with man is now residing; Yonder shines the infant light: Come and worship,
Worship Christ, the new-born King.
3 Sages, leave your contemplations,
Brighter visions beam afar;
Seek the great Desire of nations,
Ye have seen his natal star:
Come and worship,
Worship Christ, the new-born King.
4 Saints, before the alter bending,
Waiting long with hope and fear,
Suddenly the Lord, descending,
In his temple shall appear:
Come and worship,
Worship Christ, the new-born King.
5 Sinners, wrung with true repentance, Doom'd for guilt to endless pains, Justice now repeals the sentence,
Mercy calls you,—break your chains: Come and worship,
Worship Christ, the new-born King.
1 My song shall bless the "Lord of All,'
My praise shall climb to his abode:
Thee, Saviour, by that name I call,
The great, supreme, "The Mighty God."
2 Without beginning or decline,
Object of faith, and not of sense;
Eternal ages saw Him shine,
He shines eternal ages hence
3 As much, when in the manger laid, Almighty Ruler of the sky,
As when the six-days' work He made Fill'd all the morning-stars with joy.
1 WHILE, with ceaseless course, the sun
Hasted through the former year,
Many souls their race have run,
Never more to meet us here:
2 Fix'd in an eternal state,
They have done with all below;
We a little longer wait,
But how little-none can know!
3 As the winged arrow flies,
Speedily the mark to find;
As the light'ning from the skies
Darts and leaves no trace behind;
4 Swiftly thus our fleeting days
Bear us down life's rapid stream:
Upwards, Lord, our spirits raise,
All below is but a dream.
5 Thanks for mercies past receive,
Pardon of our sins renew,
Teach us henceforth how to live
With eternity in view:
6 Bless thy word to young and old,
Fill us with a Saviour's love;
That when life's short tale is told,
We may dwell with Thee above.
HYMN XIII. L. M.
1 FROM all the guilt of former sins,
Lord, may thy mercy set us free;
And may the year which now begins,
Begin and end in serving Thee.
2 Give us, great God, a heart to pray;
Give us new strength to conquer sin:
Let all old things be done away,
And plant new holiness within.
3 Send down thy Spirit from above,
That we may love and serve Thee more;
And they may learn to serve and love,
Who never serv'd or lov'd before.
1 REMARK, my soul, the narrow bounds Of the revolving year;
How swift the weeks complete their rounds,
How short the months appear.
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