Joy, love, and gratitude combine,
To hail the' auspicious day.

2 In heaven the rapturous song began;
And sweet seraphic fire

Through all the shining legions ran,
And strung, and tuned the lyre.

3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew,
And loud the echo roll'd;

The theme, the song, the joy was new; "Twas more than heaven could hold. 4 Down through the portals of the sky The' impetuous torrent ran; And angels flew with eager joy, To bear the news to man.

5 Hail, Prince of life! for ever hail,
Redeemer! Brother! Friend!

Though earth, and time, & life should fail,
Thy praise shall never end.

HYMN 4.

(C. M.

TRURO.)

Jesus hastening to suffer.

1 SEE! what unbounded zeal and love
Inflamed the Saviour's breast,
When steadfast towards Jerusalem
His urgent way He press'd.

3 Good-will to man and zeal for God
His every thought engross;
He longs to be baptis'd with blood;
He thirsts to reach the cross.*

Luke xii. 50.

3 With all his sufferings full in view,
And woes to us unknown,

Forth to the task his spirit flew ;-
'Twas love that urged Him on.

4 By his obedience unto death
He fully has restored,

And brought the sinner face to face
With his forgiving Lord.

5 Lord! fill our hearts with zeal like Thine, That we may sound abroad Salvation to the dying man,

And to the rising God.

6 With love like thine inflame our souls,
That in life's narrow span,
We here may honour Thee as God,
By following Thee as man.

HYMN 5.

(L. M. ROME.)

The death of Christ, a full atonememt for sin. 1 "AWAKE, O sword," the Father cried :"Thy will be done," the Son replied:On Calvary's mount He bow'd his head; And once his blood for sinners shed. 2 That precious blood, Eternal Son! Atoned for crimes that we had done: On Thee our guilt was wholly laid ; By Thee our ransom fully paid.

3 The law proclaims its curse no more; That curse the Lord of glory bore;

In endless ties, and union sweet,
Mercy and truth together meet.
4 O Lord! our numerous sins forgive;
Thy son hath died, that we might live :
We plead his all prevailing name;
Let not our plea be put to shame.

The love of Christ.

iTo our Redeemer's glorious name,
Awake the sacred song:

O may his love (immortal flame!)
Tune every heart and tongue!

2 His love, what mortal thought can reach? What mortal tongue display? Imagination's utmost stretch

In wonder dies away.

8 He laid his glories all aside,

Forsook the realms of bliss,
Assumed our nature, bled and died :—
Was ever love like this?

4 While we such wondrous grace survey,
Towards sinners vile as we,
May every soul with transport say,
"The Saviour died for me!"

HYMN 7.

(C. M. DUBLIN.)

A fountain open for sin and uncleanness.

1 BEHOLD! a fountain freely flows, Fill'd with Emmanuel's blood;

More healing than Bethesda's pool,
Or famed Siloam's* flood.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to view
That fountain in his day;

And there may we, though vile as he,
Wash all our guilt away.

3 Ne'er shall that fountain's heavenly streams Lose their all-cleansing power,

Till the whole ransom'd Church of God
Be saved, to sin no more.

4 Jesus! the virtue of thy blood

To all our souls apply;

Grant that to Thee we henceforth live

Grant that to sin we die.

5 Till, spotless placed before thy throne,
Fix'd in the realms above,

We cast our crowns before the Lamb,
And sing thy boundless love.

HYMN 8.

(L. M. ST. ANDREWS.)

Man honoured above angels.

;

1 Now let us join with hearts and tongues,
And emulate the angel's songs;
Yea, sinners may address their King
In songs that angels cannot sing.

2 They praise the Lamb that once was slain;
Yet we can add a higher strain;
Not only say, "He suffer'd thus,"
But that He suffer'd all for us." +
† John ix. 7.

* John v. 2.

3 But ah! how faint our praises rise!
Sure, 'tis the wonder of the skies,
That we, who share his richest love,
So cold and unconcern'd should prove.
4 O glorious hour! it comes with speed,
When we, from sin and darkness freed,
Shall see the God who died for man,
And praise Him more than angels can.

HYMN 9.

(C. M. HARMONY.)

Exaltation of Christ.

Rev. v. 11. 12.

1 COME, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues;
Their theme of praise is one.

2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, "To be exalted thus:"

"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
"For He was slain for us."

3 Jesus is worthy to receive

All praise and power divine:
And blessings, more than we can give,
Be, Lord! for ever thine.

4 Let all creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name

Of Him, who sitteth on the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

5 Oh! may we ever bear a part
In this immortal song!

May joy and wonder tune each heart,
And love command each tongue!