8 5 Hasten, mortals, to adore Him;
Learn his name, and taste his joy;
Till in heaven ye sing before Him,
Glory be to God most high!"

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HYMN 243. C. M.

CAWOOD,

Victory. [*]

Nativity of Christ. Luke ii, 14.

MORTALS, awake, with angels join,

And chant the solemn lay:

Joy, love, and gratitude, combine

To hail th' auspicious day.

s 2 In heaven the rapt'rous song began,
And sweet seraphic fire

Through all the shining legions ran,
And swept the sounding lyre.

3 The theme, the song, the joy was new
To each angelic tongue :

Swift through the realms of light it flew,
And loud the echo rung.

4 Down, through the portals of the sky,
The pealing anthem ran;
And angels flew, with eager joy,
To bear the news to man.

5 Hark! the cherubic armies shout,
And Glory leads the song:
Peace and salvation swell the note
Of all the heavenly throng.

6 With joy the chorus we repeat-
"Glory to God on high!"

Good will and peace are now complete ;
Jesus is born to die.

HYMN 244. 8, 7, & 4.

MEDLEY.

Tamworth. [*]

Good Tidings of great Joy to all People.
NGELS! from the realms of glory,

1 your flight all

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 flocks by night;
God with man is now residing,
Yonder shines the infant-light:
Come, &c.

-3 Sages! leave your contemplations;
Brighter visions beam afar;

Seek the Great Desire of nations;
Ye have seen his natal star :
Come, &c.

p 4 Saints! before the altar bending,
Watching long in hope and fear,
Suddenly the Lord, descending,
In his temple shall appear:
Come, &c.

5 Sinners! wrung with true repentance,
Doom'd for guilt to endless pains,
Justice now revokes the sentence,
Mercy calls you-break your chains:
Come, &c.

MONTGOMERY.

HYMN 245. P. M. Mercy. [*]

Epiphany.

RIGHTEST and best of the sons of the

8 1 B morning

Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid:

Star of the east, the horizon adorning,

Guide where our Infant Redeemer is laid.

2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining, Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall; Angels adore Him in slumber reclining,g Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all.

b 3 Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion,
Odours of Edom, and offerings divine,

Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine?
4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation,
Vainly with gold would his favour secure ;
Richer by far is the heart's adoration,
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.

s 5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid;
Star of the east, the horizon adorning,

Guide where our Infant Redeemer is laid.

BISHOP HEBER.

HYMN 246. L. M. Bowen. [*]
The Teaching of Jesus.

p 1 H From lips of gentleness and grace,
sweetly flow'd the gospel's sound

When list'ning thousands gather'd round, g And joy and rev'rence filled the place.

2 From heav'n he came-of heav'n he spoke,
To heav'n he led his followers' way;

Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke,
Unveiling an immortal day.

3 "Come, wanderers, to my Father's home,
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest!"
Yes! sacred Teacher-we will come-
Obey thee,-love thee, and be blest!
e 4 Decay, then, tenements of dust!
Pillars of earthly pride, decay!
A nobler mansion waits the just,
s And Jesus has prepar'd the way.

HYMN 247. L. M.

BOWRING.

Angels' Hymn. [*] Transfiguration. Luke ix, 28-31.

-1 ON te resplendent shines:

N Tabor's top the Saviour stands,

And while he elevates his hands,
Lo, glory marks its gentle lines.

2 Two heavenly forms descend to wait
Upon their suffering Prince below;
But while they worship at his feet,
They talk of fast-approaching wo.
3 Amid the lustre of the scene,
To Calvary he turns his eyes:
And with submission, all serene,
He marks the future tempest rise.

o 4 Then let us climb the mount of pray'r,
Where all his beaming glories shine:
And gazing on his brightness there,
Our woes forget in joys divine.

5 Oh, that on yonder heav'nly hills, Where now the risen Saviour stands, e And peace, like softest dew, distilsI too may elevate my hands.

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COLLYER.

HYMN 248. S. M. Norwalk. [b]

He beheld the City, and wept over it. Luke xix, 41.

1D'And shall our cheeks be dry?

ID Christ o'er sinners weep?

Let floods of penitential grief

Burst forth from every eye.

2 The Son of God in tears, Angels with wonder see! Be thou astonish'd, O my soul;

He shed those tears for thee.

3 He wept, that we might weep,
Each sin demands a tear;
In heav'n alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there.

HYMN 249. L. M.

P1 'TIS

g

Gethsemane.

Windham. [b]

IS midnight-and on Olive's brow,
The star is dimm'd that lately shone;

'Tis midnight-in the garden now,
The suff'ring Saviour prays alone.

2 'Tis midnight-and from all remov'd,
Immanuel wrestles lone, with fears;
E'en the disciple that he lov'd

Heeds not his Master's grief and tears.
3 'Tis midnight-and for others' guilt
The man of sorrows weeps in blood;
Yet he that hath in anguish knelt,
Is not forsaken by his God.

4 'Tis midnight-and from ether plains,
Is borne the song that angels know;
Unheard by mortals are the strains,

p That sweetly soothe the Saviour's wo.

ΤΑΡΡΑΝ.

HYMN 250. C. M. Canterbury. [b] Christ's Agony in the Garden. Matt. xxvi,38-44.

P1 Don which the Lord was laid:

ARK was the night, and cold the ground

His sweat like drops of blood ran down,
In agony he pray'd—

2 "Father! remove this bitter cup,
If such thy sacred will;

If not, content to drink it up,
Thy pleasure I fulfill!"

-3 Go to the Garden, sinner! see
Those precious drops that flow:
The heavy load he bore for thee-
For thee, he lies so low !

4 Then learn of Him the cross to bear,
Thy Father's will obey;

And when temptations press thee near,
Awake, to watch and pray.

HYMN 251. L. M. Stonefield. [* or b]

"Behold the Man!"

1Before his foes he stands unaw'd,
EHOLD the Man! how glorious he!

And, without wrong or blasphemy,
He claims equality with God.

2 Behold the Man! by all condemn'd,
Assaulted by a host of foes;

His person and his claims contemn'd,
A man of sufferings and of woes.

3 Behold the Man! He stands alone,
His foes are ready to devour;
Not one of all his friends will own
Their Master in this trying hour.

4 Behold the Man! He knew no sin,
Yet Justice smites him with her sword:
He bears the stroke that else had been
The sinner's portion from the Lord.
5 Behold the Man! though scorn'd below,
He bears the greatest name above;
The angels at his footstool bow,
And all his royal claims approve.

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CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.

HYMN 252. L. M. Brentford. [*]

Christ's Passion.

THE morning dawns upon the place

THE
Where Jesus spent the night in prayer;

Through yielding glooms behold his face,
Nor form, nor comeliness is there.

2 Last eve, by those he call'd his own
Betray'd, forsaken or denied,

He met his enemies alone,

In all their malice, rage and pride.

b 3 Brought forth to judgment, now He stands
Arraign'd, condemn'd, at Pilate's bar;
Here spurn'd by fierce prætorian bands,
There mock'd by Herod's men of war.
4 He bears their buffeting and scorn,
Mock-homage of the lip, the knee,
The purple robe, the crown of thorn,
The scourge, the nail, th' accursed tree.