7 Since time's too short, all gracious God, THE MEDIATION OF CHRIST. 69. P.M.-The Nativity of Christ. 1 MIGHTY God! while angels bless thee, Hallelujah, hallelujah, Amen! 2 Lord of every land and nation, 3 For the grandeur of thy nature,- For created works of power,— Hal. Works with skill and kindness wrought: 4 For thy providence that governs, Through thine empire's wide domain, Wings an angel, guides a sparrow: Blessed be thy gentle reign. 5 But thy rich, thy free redemption, 6 Brightness of the Father's glory, Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence! Hal. Hal. Hal. Hal. 7 Did archangels sing thy coming? 9 Go, return, immortal Saviour! Leave thy footstool, take thy throne: Hallelujah, hallelujah, Amen! 70. P.M.-Good tidings of great joy to all people. 1 ANGELS, from the realms of glory, Worship Christ, the new-born King. Worship Christ the new-born King. 3 Sages, leave your contemplations, Worship Christ, the new-born King. Ꭰ Hal. Hal. 4 Saints, before the altar bending, Worship Christ, the new-born King. Mercy calls you, break your chains; Come and worship, Worship Christ, the new-born King. 71. P.M.-"The Consolation of Israel." Luke ii. 25. 1 COME thou long-expected Jesus! 2 Born thy people to deliver, 72. C.M.-The Message of Christ. Luke iv. 18, 19. 1 HARK the glad sound! the Saviour comes; The Saviour promised long! Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song. 2 On him the Spirit largely pour'd, Exerts its sacred fire; Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, His holy breast inspire. 3 He comes the prisoners to release, The gates of brass before him burst, 4 He comes from thickest films of vice And on the eye-balls of the blind, 5 He comes the broken heart to bind, 6 His silver trumpets publish loud Our debts are all remitted now, 7 Our glad hosannahs, Prince of Peace, 1 2 73. S.M.--The Doctrine of Christ. BEHOLD the Prince of Peace, The chosen of the Lord, God's well-beloved Son fulfils The sure prophetic word. No royal pomp adorns This King of Righteousness; Meekness and patience, truth and love, 3 The Spirit of the Lord, 4 Jesus, the light of men! 5 O may we feel its quickening power, Cheer'd by its beams, our souls The path which Christ hath mark'd and trod 74. L.M.-The Transfiguration of Christ. Matt. xvii. 4. 1 WHEN at this distance, Lord, we trace The various glories of thy face, What transport pours o'er all our breast, And charms our cares and woes to rest! 2 With thee in the obscurest cell On some bleak mountain would I dwell, And feel his love, and call him mine. 4 On Tabor thus his servants view'd His lustre, when transformed he stood, And bidding earthly scenes farewell, Cried, "Lord, 'tis pleasant here to dwell." 5 Yet still our elevated eyes To nobler visions long to rise; That grand assembly would we join, |