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7 Since time's too short, all gracious God,
To utter half thy praise,
Loud to the honour of thy name,
Eternal hymns we'll raise.

THE MEDIATION OF CHRIST.

69.

P.M.-The Nativity of Christ.

1 MIGHTY God! while angels bless thee,
May an infant lisp thy name?
Lord of men as well as angels,
Thou art every creature's theme.
Hallelujah!

Hallelujah, hallelujah, Amen!

2 Lord of every land and nation,
Ancient of eternal days!
Sounded through the wide creation
Be thy just and lawful praise.

3 For the grandeur of thy nature,-
Grand beyond a seraph's thought;

For created works of power,—

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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,
Dark through brightness all along;
Thought is poor, and poor expression,
Who dare sing that awful song.

6 Brightness of the Father's glory,
Shall thy praise unuttered lie?

Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence!
Sing the Lord who came to die.

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7 Did archangels sing thy coming?
Did the shepherds learn their lays?
Shame would cover me ungrateful,
Should my tongue refuse to praise.
8 From the highest throne in glory,
To the cross in deepest wo;
All to ransom guilty captives:
Flow, my praise, for ever flow.

9 Go, return, immortal Saviour!

Leave thy footstool, take thy throne:
Thence return, and reign for ever,
Be the kingdom all thy own.
Hallelujah!

Hallelujah, hallelujah, Amen!

70.

P.M.-Good tidings of great joy to all people.

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 fields 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.

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4 Saints, before the altar bending,
Watching long in 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 revokes your sentence,

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!
Born to set thy people free;
From our sins and fears release us,
Let us find our rest in thee!
Israel's strength and consolation,
Hope of all the earth thou art;
Dear Desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart!

2 Born thy people to deliver,
Born a child, and yet a King;
Born to reign in us for ever,
Now thy gracious kingdom bring!
By thine own eternal Spirit,
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By thine all-sufficient merit,
Raise us to thy glorious throne.

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,
In Satan's bondage held;

The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

4 He comes from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray,

And on the eye-balls of the blind,
Το pour celestial day.

5 He comes the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,
And with the treasures of his grace
To' enrich the humble poor.

6 His silver trumpets publish loud
The jubilee of the Lord;

Our debts are all remitted now,
Our heritage restor❜d.

7 Our glad hosannahs, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.

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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,
Compose his princely dress.

3 The Spirit of the Lord,
In rich abundance shed,
On this great prophet gently lights,
And rests upon his head.

4 Jesus, the light of men!
His doctrine life imparts:

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O may we feel its quickening power,
To warm and glad our hearts.

Cheer'd by its beams, our souls
Shall run the heavenly way:

The path which Christ hath mark'd and trod
Will lead to endless day.

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,
Rather than pompous courts behold,
To share their grandeur and their gold.
3 Away, ye dreams of mortal joy!
Raptures divine my thoughts employ;
I see the King of Glory shine,

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,
Where all thy saints around thee shine.

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