HYMN 13.

HIGH let us swell our tuneful notes,
And join th' angelic throng;
For angels no such love have known
́T' awake a cheerful song.

Good-will to sinful men is shewn,
And peace on earth is given ;
For lo th' Incarnate Saviour comes
With messages from heaven.

Justice and grace with sweet accord
His rising beams adorn ;

Let heav'n and earth in concert join,
Now such a Child is born.

Glory to God in highest strains,
In highest worlds be paid;
His glory by our lips proclaim'd,
And by our lives display'd.

When shall we reach those blissful realms

Where Christ exalted reigns,

And learn of the celestial choir
Their own immortal strains?

HYMN 14.

OH SAVIOUR, whom this holy morn

Gave to our world below;

To mortal want and labour born,

And more than mortal woe.

Incarnate Word! by every grief,
By each temptation tried,
Who lived to yield our ills relief,
And to redeem us, died!

If gaily clothed and proudly fed,
In dangerous wealth we dwell;
Remind us of Thy manger-bed,
And lowly cottage cell!

If press'd by poverty severe,
In envious want we pine,
O may Thy Spirit whisper near,
How poor a lot was Thine!

Through fickle fortune's various scene,

From sin preserve us free !
Like us, Thou hast a mourner been,
May we rejoice with Thee!

HYMN 15.

LET Christians all with one accord
Their loud hosannas sing,
To Him who on this day was born-
Their Saviour and their King!

In lowest state the Lord of heav'n

His pilgrimage began ;

Fit lesson of humility

To His proud creature man,

Behold the Child, the holy Child,

Born to atone for sin ;

And let each ransom'd sinner's song
In gratitude begin.

Glory to God on earth, on high,
Peace and good-will to men ;

And let the angels round the throne,
Join in a loud Amen!

GOOD FRIDAY.

HYMN 16.

ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed ?
And did my Sov'reign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I ?

Was it for crimes that I had done
He groan'd upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,

When God, the mighty Maker, died For man the creature's sin.

Thus might I hide my blushing face, While His dear cross appears; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And bathe my eyes in tears.

But tears and sighs can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe ;

Here, Lord, I give myself away; 'Tis all that I can do.

HYMN 17.

AND did the Holy and the Just,
The Sov'reign of the skies,
Stoop down to wretchedness and dust,
That guilty worms might rise.

Yes, the Redeemer left His throne,
His radiant throne on high,
(Surprising mercy! love unknown!)
To suffer, bleed, and die.

He took the dying sinner's place,
And suffer'd in his stead ;
For man, (O miracle of grace!)
For man the Saviour bled!

Jesus, my soul adoring bends
To love, so full, so free ;
And may I hope that love extends
Its saving pow'r to me?

What glad returns can I impart

For favours so divine ?

O take my all, this worthless heart!And make it only Thine.

HYMN 18.

BOUND upon th' accursed tree,
Faint and bleeding, who is He?
By the flesh with scourges torn,
By the crown of twisted thorn,

By the side so deeply pierc'd,
By the baffled, burning, thirst,
By the drooping death-dew'd brow,
Son of Man, 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou !

By the last and bitter cry ;
The ghost given up in agony ;
By the lifeless body laid
In the chamber of the dead;
By the mourners come to weep
Where the bones of Jesus sleep;
Crucified! we know Thee now,
Son of Man! 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou !

By the

prayer for them that slew, "Lord! they know not what they do!" By the spoil'd and empty grave,

By the souls He died to save,
By the conquest He hath won,
By the saints before His throne,
By the rainbow round His brow,
Son of God! 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou !

HYMN 19.

CHRIST, our passover, is slain,
To set His people free,

Free from sin's Egyptian chain,

And Pharoah's tyranny.
Lord, that we may now depart,

And truly serve our pard'ning God:

Sprinkle every house and heart

With Thine atoning blood.