S. M. Mornington. Dover.
God's Purpose of Mercy.
1 THE Lord on high proclaims
His Godhead from his throne ;
Mercy and justice are the names
By which he will be known.
2 Ye dying souls, that sit
In darkness and distress,
Look from the borders of the pit
To his recovering grace.
«nf 3 Sinners shall hear the sound ;
Their thankful tongues shall own,
Their righteousness and strength are found
In thee, O Lord, alone.
4 In thee shall Israel trust,
And see their guilt forgiven ;
Thou wilt pronounce the sinners just,
And take the saints to heaven.
L. M. Ralston. Maiden.
1 MAY not the sovereign Lord on high
Dispense his favors as he will ;
Choose some to life, while others die,
And yet be just and gracious still?
2 Shall man reply against the Lord,
And call his Maker's ways unjust,
The thunder of whose dreadful word
Can crush a thousand worlds to dust ?
3 But, O my soul, if truths so bright
Should dazzle and confound thy sight,
Yet still his written will obey,
And wait the great decisive day.
L. M. Alfreton. Duke Street.
Object of Christ's Advent.
1 NOT to condemn the sons of man,
Did Christ, the Son of God, appear:
No weapons in his hands are seen,
No flaming sword, nor thunder there.
2 Such was the pity of our God,
He loved the race of man so well,
He sent his Son to bear our load
Of sins, and save our souls from hell.
3 Sinners, believe the Saviour's word ;
Trust in his mighty name, and live ;
A thousand joys his 'lips afford,
His hands a thousand blessings give.
C. M. Corinth. Dundee.
1 COME, happy souls — approach your God
With new, melodious songs ;
Come, render to almighty grace
The tribute of your tongues.
2 So strange — so boundless was the love
That pitied dying men,
The Father sent his equal Son
To give them life again.
3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not armed
With a revenging rod ;
No hard commission to perform —
The vengeance of a God.
4 But all was mercy — all was mi d,
And wrath forsook the thror e,
When Christ on the kind errand came,
And brought salvation down.
5 Here, sinners, come and heal your wounds;
Come, wipe your sorrows dry ;
Come, trust the mighty Saviour's name,
And you shall never die.
6 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls
Accept thine offered grace ;
f We bless the great Redeemer's love,
And give the Father praise.
65 S. M. St. Thomas.
1 RAISE your triumphant songs
To an immortal tune,
Let all the earth resound the deeds
Celestial grace has done.
2 Sing how eternal love
Its chief beloved chose,
And bade him raise our ruined race
From their abyss of woes.
p 3 His hand no thunder bears,
No terror clothes his brow,
No bolts to drive our guilty souls
To fiercer flames below.
4 'Twas mercy filled the throne,
And wrath stood silent by,
When Christ was sent with pardons down
To rebels doomed to die.
— 5 Now, sinners, dry your tears,
Let hopeless sorrow cease ;
Bow to the sceptre of his love,
And take the offered peace.
P 6 Lord, we obey thy call ;
We lay an humble claim
To the salvation thou hast brought,
f And love and praise thy name.
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Proclamation of the Gospel.
mpt '1 HARK— hark— the notes of joy,
Roll o'er the heavenly plains !
And seraphs find employ,
For their sublimest strains.
-c Some new delight in heaven is known,
ff Loud ring the harps around the throne.
mpM2 Hark— hark— the sounds draw nigh,
— The joyful hosts descend ;
Jesus forsakes the sky,
To earth his footsteps bend,
He comes to bless our fallen race,
t He comes with messages of grace.
1 1 3 Bear — bear the tidings round,
Let every mortal know
What love in God is found,
> What pity he can show. —
< Ye winds that blow — ye waves that roll,
f Bear the glad news from pole to pole !
' ' 4 Strike — strike the harps again,
To great Immanuel's name ;
Arise, ye sons of men,
And loud his grace proclaim.
< Angels and men, wake every string,
ff 'Tis God the Saviour's praise we sing !
f!>Y C. M. Cambridge. Marlow.
The. Gospel hailed.
1 SALVATION !— oh, the joyful sound !
'Tis pleasure to our ears;
A sovereign halm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.
p 2 Buried in sorrow and in .sin,
At hell's dark door we lay ; —
— But we arise by grace divine,
To see a heavenly day.
f 3 Salvation! — let the echo fly
The spacious earth around ;
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.
L. M. Uxbridge. Duke Street.
The Object oftiie Gospel.
1 THIS is the word of truth and love,
Sent to the nations from above :
Jehovah here resolves to show
What his almighty grace can do.
2 This remedy did wisdom find,
To heal diseases of the mind;
This sovereign balm, whose virtues can
Restore the ruined creature, man.
3 The gospel bids the dead revive ;
Sinners obey the voice, and live:
Dry hones are raised, and clothed afresh,
And hearts of stone are turned to flesh.
4 May but this grace my soul renew,
Let sinners gaze, and hate me too;
The word that saves me does engage
A sure defence from all their rage.
r»Q L. M. Alfreton. Dunstan.
The Gospel originating in Sovereign Mercy.
1 GOD, in the gospel of his Son,
Makes his eternal counsels known :
Here love in all its glory shines,
And truth is drawn in fairest lines.
2 Here sinners, of an humble frame,
May taste his grace, and learn his name ;
May read, in characters of blood,
The wisdom, power, and grace of God.
3 Here faith reveals to mortal eyes
A brighter world beyond the skies ;
Here shines the light which guides our way
From earth to realms of endless day.
4 Oh ! grant us grace, almighty Lord !
To read, and mark thy holy word ;
Its truths with meekness to receive,
And by its holy precepts live.
*ff\ C. M. Canterbury. Barby.
Salvation by Grace.
p 1 LORD, we confess our numerous faults.
How great our guilt has been ;
Foolish and vain were all our thoughts,
And all our lives were sin.
f 2 But, oh my soul, forever praise,
Forever love his name,
Who turns thy feet from dangerous ways
Of folly, sin, and shame.
— 3 'Tis not by works of righteousness,
Which our own hands have done ;
f But we are saved by sovereign grace,
Abounding through his Son.
— 4 'Tis from the mercy of our God,
That all our hopes begin :
'Tis by the water, and the blood,
Our souls are washed from sin.
P 5 'Tis through the purchase of his death,
Who hung upon the tree,
The Spirit is sent down to breathe
On such dry bones as we.
t 6 Raised from the dead, we live anew :
And justified by grace,
We shall appear in glory too,
And see our Father's face.
71 L. M. Uxbridge.
* ' 1 NOW to the power of God supreme
Be everlasting honors eiven ;
He saves from hell — we bless his name,
He calls our wandering feet to heaven.
2 Not for our duties, or deserts,
But of his own abundant grace,
He works salvation in our hearts,
And forms a people for his praise.
3 'Twas his own purpose that begun
To rescue rebels doomed to die ;
He gave us grace in Christ his Son,
Before he spread the starry sky.
4 Jesus, the Lord, appears at last,
And makes his Father's counsels known ;
Declares the great transaction past,
And brings immortal blessings down,
p 5 He dies — and in that dreadful night,
— Did all the powers of hell destroy ;
f He rose ! and brought our heaven to light,
And took possession of the joy.
7 M S. If. Silver Street. Pentonyille.
1 GRACE ! — 'tis a charming sound !
Harmonious to the ear !
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
2 Grace first contrived a way
To save rebellious man ;
And all its steps that grace display
Which drew the wondrous plan.
3 Grace taught my roving feet
To tread the heavenly road :
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.
4 Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days :
It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.
iyo C. M. Lanesboro'. Princeton.
The divine Character exhibited in the Gospel.
1 FATHER, how wide thy glory shines !
How high thy wonders rise !
Known thro' the earth by thousand signs,
By thousand through the skies.
2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power,
Their motions speak thy skill ;
And on the wings of every hour,
We read thy patience still.
3 But when we view thy strange design
To save rebellious worms,
Where vengeance and compassion join
In their divinest forms ; —
4 Here the whole Deity is known ;
Nor dares a creature guess
Which of the glories brightest shone —
The justice or the grace.
f 5 Now, the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heavenly plains ;
Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name,
And try their choicest strains.
6 Oh, may I bear some humble part
In that immortal song !
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,
And love command my tongue.
L. M. Park Street
Nativity of the Saviour.
' I 1 WAKE, O my soul, and hail the morn,
For unto us a Saviour's born ;
See, how the angels wing their way,
To usher in the glorious day !
P 2 Hark ! what sweet music — what a song —
< Sounds from the bright, celestial throng!
P Sweet song — whose melting sounds impart
mf Joy to each raptured, listening heart.
3 Come, join the angels in the sky,
Glory to God, who reigns on high ;
p Let peace and love on earth abound,
f While time revolves and years roll round.
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HARK ! — the herald angels sing,
" Glory to the new-born King !
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled !"
2 Joyful, allyo nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With th' angelic host proclaim,
" Christ is horn in Bethlehem."
3 Mild, he lays his glory hy ;
Born, that man no more may die;
Born, to raise the sons of earth;
Born, to give them second birth.
4 Veiled in flesh — the Godhead see,
Hail th' incarnate Deity ;
Pleased as man with men t' appear,
See the great immanuel here.
5 Hail the heaven-horn Prince of Peace !
Hail the Sun of Righteousness !
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings,
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P ? ' 1 HARK ! — what mean those holy voices,
Sweetly sounding through the skies?
< Lo ! th' angelic host rejoices;
f Heavenly hallelujahs rise.
P 2 Hear them tell the wondrous story,
Hear them chant in hymns of joy,
f " Glory in the highest — glory !
Glory he to God most high !
P 3 Peace on earth — good-will from heaven,
Reaching far as man is found."
< " Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven" —
f Loud our golden harps shall sound.
4 Christ is born, the great Anointed ;
Heaven and earth his praises sing !
Aff Oh receive whom God appointed,
For your Prophet, Priest, and King.
f 5 Haste, ye mortals, to adore him ;
Learn his name — and taste his joy ;
Till in heaven ye sing before him,
Glory be to God most high \
• ■ B. M. Southfield. Penton
' I 1 BEHOLD ! the grace appears,
The blessing promised long;
Angels announce the Saviour near,
In this triumphant song:
2 " Glory to God on high,
And heavenly peace on earth ;
Good- will to men — to angels joy,
At the Redeemer's birth !"
3 In worship so divine
Let men employ their tongues ;
With the celestial host we join,
And loud repeat their songs —
4 " Glory to God on high,
And heavenly peace on earth ;
Good-will to men — to angels joy,
At our Redeemer's birth !"
/ O C. M. Devizes. Conway
f 1 1 1 HIGH let us swell our tuneful notes,
And join th' angelic throng ;
For angels no such love have known.
To wake the cheerful song.
2 Good-will to sinful men is shown,
P And peace on earth is given ;
t For lo ! th' incarnate Saviour comes
With messages from heaven.
> 3 Justice and grace, with sweet accord,
< His rising beams adorn ;
f Let heaven and earth in concert join —
To us a Saviour's born.
4 Glory to God ! in highest strains,
In highest words be paid ;
His glory by our lips proclaimed,
And by our lives displayed.
S. M. St. Thomas. Pentonville.
WE come with joyful song,
To hail this happy morn :
Glad tidings from an angel's tongue,
" This day is Jesus born !"
What transports doth his name
To sinful men afford !
His glorious titles we proclaim —
A Saviour — Christ — the Lord !
Glory to God on high,
All hail the happy morn :
We join the anthems of the sky —
And sing — " The Saviour's born !"
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Call to worship the new-born Saviour.
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 :
P 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 heavenly light:
p Come and worship
Worship Christ, the new-born King.
3 Saints! before the altar bending,
Watching long in hope and fear,
— Suddenly the Lord, descending,
In his temple shall appear :
p Come and worship
Worship Christ, the new-born King.
4 Sinners ! wrung with true repentance,
Doomed for guilt to endless pains,
— Justice now revokes the sentence,
Mercy calls you [ f ' '] break your chains:
p Come and worship
Worship Christ, the new-born King.
Christ welcomed as a Saviour.
1 HAIL, thou long-expected Jesus,
Born to set thy people free !
From our sins and fears release us,
Let us find our rest in thee.
2 Israel's strength and consolation,
Hope of all the saints, thou art;
Long desired of every nation,
Joy of every waiting heart.
3 Born thy people to deliver,
Born a child, yet God our King,
Born to reign in us forever,
Now thy gracious kingdom bring.
4 By thine own eternal Spirit,
Rule in all our hearts alone ;
By thine all-sufficient merit,
"Raise us to thy glorious throne.
qq C. M. Howard's. Bolton.
Design of Christ's Advent.
1 HARK! the glad sound! the Saviourcomes,
The Saviour promised long !
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.
2 He comes — the prisoner to release,
In Satan's bondage held :
The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.
3 He comes — from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray ;
And on the eyes oppressed with night —
To pour celestial day.
4 He comes — the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure ;
And, with the treasures of his grace,
T' enrich the humble poor.
f 5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim ;
ff And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.
C. M. Arlington.
Names of Christ.
1 TO us a Child of hope is born,
To us a Son is given :
Him shall the tribes of earth obey,
Him, all the hosts of heaven.
2 His name shall be the Prince of Peace,
The Wonderful, the Counsellor,
The great and mighty Lord.
3 His power, increasing, still shall spread;
His reign no end shall know ;
Justice shall guard his throne above,
And peace abound below.
4 To us a Child of hope is born,
To us a Son is given —
The Wonderful, the Counsellor,
The mighty Lord of heaven.
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1 BRIGHT and joyful is the morn,
For to us a Child is born ;
From the highest realms of heaven
Unto us a Son is given.
2 On his shoulder he shall bear
Power and majesty — and wear,
On his vesture and his thigh,
Names most awful — names most high.
3 Wonderful in counsel he,
Christ th' incarnate Deity,
Sire of ages ne'er to cease,
King of kings, and Prince of Peace.
4 Come and worship at his feet,
Yield to him the homage meet ;
From his manger to his throne,
Homage due to God alone.
S. M, Taddington. Eastburn.
1 REJOICE in Jesus' birth !
To us a Son is given,
To us a Child is born on earth,
Who made both earth and heaven !
2 He reigns above the sky,
This universe sustains —
The God supreme — the Lord most high,
The king Messiah reigns !
3 Th' almighty God— is he,
Author of heavenly bliss !
The Father of Eternity,
The glorious Prince of Peace!
4 His government shall grow,
From strength to strength proceed ;
His righteousness the church o'erflow,
And all the earth o'erspread.
L. M. Uxbridge. Brewer.
Deity and Humanity of Christ.
1 BEFORE the heavens were spread abroad,
From everlasting was the Word ;
With God he was — the Word was God !
And must divinely be adored.
2 By his own power were all things made ;
By him supported, all things stand ;
He is the whole creation's head,
And angels fly at his command.
3 Ere sin was born, or Satan fell,
He led the host of morning stars :
His generation who can tell,
Or count the number of his years ?
4 But lo, he leaves those heavenly forms :
The Word descends and dwells in clay,
That he may converse hold with worms,
Dressed in such feeble flesh as they.
5 Mortals with joy beheld his face,
Th' eternal Father's only Son :
How full of truth — how full of grace !
When in his eyes the Godhead shone !
6 Archangels leave their high abode,
To learn new mysteries here, and tell
The love of our descending God,
The glories of lmmanuel.
0»y L. M. Winchester. Rotterdam.
Deity, Humiliation, and Exaltation of Christ.
1 NOW for a tune of lofty praise
To great Jehovah's equal Son !
Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays,
Tell loud the wonders he hath done.
2 Sing, how he left the worlds of light,
And those bright robes he wore above :
How swift and joyful was his flight,
On wings of everlasting love !
P 3 Deep in the shades of gloomy death,
Th' almighty captive prisoner lay ; —
f Th' almighty captive left the earth,
And rose to everlasting day.
4 Among a thousand harps and songs,
Jesus, the God, exalted reigns :
His sacred name fills all their tongues,
And echoes through the heavenly plains !
L. M. Truro. Sharon
Divine Glory displayed in the Person of Christ.
1 NOW to the Lord a noble song !
Awake, my soul — awake, my tongue ;
Hosanna to th' eternal name,
And all his boundless love proclaim.
2 See where it shines in Jesus' face,
The brightest image of his grace ;
God, in the person of his Son,
Has all his mightiest works outdone.
3 Grace ! — 'tis a sweet, a. charming theme —
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name !
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound ;
Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground !
4 Oh ! may I reach that happy place
Where he unveils his lovely face !
Where all his beauties you behold,
And sing his name to harps of gold !
L. M. Rotterdam. Old Hundred.
God the Son equal with the Father.
1 BRIGHT King of glory— dreadful God,
Our spirits bow before thy seat ;
To thee we lift an humble thought,
And worship at thine awful feet.
2 A thousand seraphs, strong and bright,
Stand round the glorious Deity ;
But who, among the sons of light,
Pretends comparison with tnee ?
3 Yet there is one, of human frame,
Jesus, arrayed in flesh and blood,
Thinks it no robbery to claim
A full equality with God.
4 Now let the name of Christ, our King,
With equal honors be adored :
His praise let every angel sing,
And all the nations own him Lord.
JI. M. Watertovvn. Murray
Christ a Prophet, Priest, and King.
1 JOIN all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and power,
That ever mortals knew,
Or angels ever bore :
All are too mean to speak his worth,
Too mean to set the saviour forth.
2 Great Prophet of our God,
Our tongues shall bless thy name ;
By thee the joyful news
Of our salvation came, —
The joyful news of sins forgiven,
Of hell subdued — and peace with heaven.
3 Jesus, our great High Priest,
Has shed his blood and died •
Our guilty conscience needs
No sacrifice beside :
His precious blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.
4 O thou almighty Lord,
Our Conqueror, and our King ;
Thy sceptre and thy sword,
Thy reigning grace we sing :
Thine is the power— oh make us sit
In willing bonds beneath thy feet.
C. M. Litchfield. Corinth.
Christ a Merciful High Priest.
1 WITH joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above ;
His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels melt with love.
2 Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame ;
He knows what sore temptations mean.
For he has felt the same.
3 He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Poured out his cries and tears,
And in his measure feels afresh
What every member bears.
4 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his power ;
mf We shall obtain delivering grace
> In each distressing hour.
C. M. Medford. Marlow.
Chris our Intercessor.
1 JESUS, by his own precious blood,
Asrends above the skies,
And, in the presence of our God,
Shows his own sacrifice.
2 Jesus is king ! — behold him reign
On Zion's heavenly hill :
He seems the Lamb that had been slain,
And wears his priesthood still.
3 He ever lives to intercede,
By virtue of his blood ;
And ceases not for all to plead,
Who come by him to God.
L. M. Rothwell. Siioel.
Peace and Hope through Christ's Intercession.
HE lives — the great Redeemer lives !
What joy the blest assurance gives !
And now, before his Father God,
He pleads the merits of his blood.
2 Repeated crimes awake our fears,
And justice armed with frowns appears;
But in the Saviour's lovely face,
Sweet mercy smiles — and all is peace !
3 He nee, then, ye black, despairing thoughts —
Above our fears — above our faults,
His powerful intercessions rise ;
And guilt recedes — and terror dies.
4 In every dark, distressful hour,
When sin and Satan join their power,
Let this dear hope repel the dart —
That Jesus bears us on his heart.
5 Great Advocate, almighty Friend !
On thee our humble hopes depend ;
Our cause can never, never fail,
For thou dost plead, and must prevail.
(\ J S. M. Dover. Pentonville.
Christ's Exaltation and Intercession.
1 JESUS, the conqueror, reigns,
In glorious strength arrayed ;
His kingdom over all maintains,
And bids the earth be glad.
2 Ye sons of men, rejoice
In Jesus' mighty love :
Lift up your heart — lift up your voice,
To him who rules above.
3 Extol his kingly power,
Adore th' exalted Son,
Who died, but lives, to die no more,
High on his Father's throne.
4 Our advocate with God,
HeNundertakes our cause,
And spreads through all the earth abroad
The victory of his cross.
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1 JESUS, hail ! enthroned in glory,
There forever to abide ;
All the heavenly host adore thee,
Seated at thy Father's side.
2 There for sinners thou art pleading —
There thou dost our place prepare ;
Thou for us art interceding,
Till in glory we appear.
3 Worship, honor, power, and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive :
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give.
4 Help, ye bright, angelic spirits !
Bring your loudest, noblest lays ;
Help to sing our Saviour's merits,
Help to chant Immanuel's praise.
L. M. Danvers. Alfreton
Christ a living and almighty Saviour.
1 THE Saviour lives, no more to die :
He lives, the Lord enthroned on high:
He lives, triumphant o'er the grave :
He lives, eternally to save !
2 He lives, to still his servants' fears :
He lives, to wipe away their tears :
He lives, their mansions to prepare :
He lives, to bring them safely there !
3 Ye mourning souls, dry up your tears,
Dismiss your gloomy doubts and fears :
With cheerful hope your hearts revive,
For Qirist, the Lord, is yet alive !
4 His saints he loves— and never leaves ;
The contrite sinner lie receives :
Abundant grace will he afford,
Till all are present with the Lord !
Q»y C. M. Patmos. Oakland.
God reconciled in Christ.
1 DEAREST of all the names above,
My Saviour, and my God,
Who can resist thy heavenly love,
Or trifle with thy blood?
2 'Tis by the merits of thy death,
The Father smiles again ;
'Tis by thine interceding breath,
The Spirit dwells with men.
3 Till God in human form I see,
My thoughts no comfort find:
The holy, just, and sacred Three
Are terror to my mind.
4 But if Immanuel's face appear,
My hope, my joy begins :
His name forbids my slavish fear,
His grace removes my sins.
5 While Jews on their own law rely,
And Greeks of wisdom boast,
I love the incarnate mystery,
And there I fix my trust.
AO C. M. Stamford. Nottingham.