Soft warbling to the morn,

It strikes the ravished ear:

Now all is still;

Now wild it floats,

In tuneful notes,

Loud, sweet, and shrill.

2 Th' angelic hosts descend,
With harmony divine :

See how from heaven they bend,
And in full chorus join:

"Fear not," say they;

"Great joy we bring :

Jesus, your King,
Is born to-day."

3 He comes your souls to save
From death's eternal gloom;
To realms of bliss and light
He lifts you from the tomb :

Your voices raise,

With sons of light;

Your songs unite
Of endless praise.

4 Glory to God on high!
Ye mortals spread the sound,
And let your raptures fly

To earth's remotest bound;

1 WHEN, marshalled on the nightly plain,
The glittering host bestud the sky,
One star alone of all the train

Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.

2 Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
From every host, from every gem;
But one alone the Saviour speaks,
It is the Star of Bethlehem!

3 Once on the raging seas I rode ;

The storm was loud, the night was dark;

The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark. 4 Deep horror then my vitals froze;

Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem;
When suddenly a star arose,

It was the Star of Bethlehem.

5 It was my guide, my light, my all;
It bade my dark forebodings cease;
And, through the storm and danger's thrall,
It led me to the port of peace.

6 Now, safely moored, my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,

For ever, and for evermore,

The Star- the Star of Bethlehem!

A Light to lighten the Gentiles.

1 THE race that long in darkness pined
Have seen a glorious light;

The people dwell in day, who dwelt
In death's surrounding night.

2 To hail thy rise, thou better Sun,
The gathering nations come,
With joy, as when the reapers bear
The harvest treasures home.

3 To us a child of hope is born,
To us a son is given;

And him shall all the earth obey,.
And all the hosts of heaven.

WESLEY.

4 His power increasing still shall spread;
His reign no end shall know;

His throne shall justice guard above,
And peace abound below.

Glory and Grace in 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 The spacious earth and spreading flood
Proclaim the wise and powerful God;
And thy rich glories from afar
Sparkle in every rolling star.

4 But in his looks a glory stands, -
The noblest labor of thine hands;
The pleasing lustre of his eyes
Outshines the wonders of the skies.

5 Grace! 't is a sweet, a charming theme;
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name;
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound;
Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground.

The Baptism and Inspiration of Jesus. 1 IN Judah's rugged wilderness,

WATTS.

T. FLETCHER.

Where Jordan rolls his flood,
In manners strict, and rude in dress,
The holy Baptist stood.

2 And while upon the river's side
The people thronged to hear,
"Repent," the sacred preacher cried;
"The heavenly kingdom 's near."

3 Now Jesus to the stream descends;
His feet the waters lave;

And o'er his head, that humbly bends,
The Baptist pours the wave ;-

4 When, lo! a heavenly form appears,
Descending as a dove;

And wondrous sounds th' assembly hears,
Proclaiming from above,-

5 This is my well-belovéd Son;
On him my spirit rests;
Now is his reign of grace begun ;
Attend his high behests."

6 The sacred voice has reached our ear,
And still through distant lands

Shall sound, till all his name revere,
And honor his commands.

231.

C. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Christ's Message.

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 poured,
Exerts its sacred fire;

Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
His holy breast inspire.

3 He comes, the prisoner 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 eyeballs of the blind
To pour celestial day.

5 He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,

And with the treasures of his
T'enrich the humble poor.

grace

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

Blessedness of Gospel Times.

1 HOW beauteous are their feet,
Who stand on Zion's hill!

Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!

2 How charming is their voice!
How sweet the tidings are!
"Zion, behold thy Saviour King!
He reigns and triumphs here."

3 How happy are our ears,

That hear this joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found!

4 How blessed are our eyes,

That see this heavenly light!
Prophets and kings desired it long,
But died without the sight.

5 The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy.

6 O God, make bare thine arm
Through all the earth abroad:

Let

every nation now behold Their Saviour and their Lord.

WATTS.