And with the treasures of his grace, 6 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace, 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 desir'd 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 for ever, Now thy gracious kingdom bring. 4 By thine own eternal Spirit Rule in all our hearts alone; Raise us to thy glorious throne. CHRISTMAS. HYMN 43. Luke ii. 8-15. (C. M.) 1 WHILE shepherds watch'd their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, 2 "Fear not," said he, for mighty dread "Glad tidings of great joy I bring "To you, and all mankind. 3 "To you, in David's town, this day "Is born, of David's line, "The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord; "And this shall be the sign: 4 "The heavenly Babe you there shall find, To human view display'd, "All meanly wrapt in swathing bands, 5 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith 6 "All glory be to God on high, peace; "Good-will, henceforth, from heaven to men, "Begin and never cease." HYMN 44. (C. M.) 1 WHILE angels thus, O Lord, rejoice, Shall men no anthem raise? O may we lose these useless tongues, 2 Then let us swell responsive notes, 3 Good-will to sinful dust is shown, 4 Mercy and truth, with sweet accord, Let heaven and earth in concert sing, 5 Glory to God, in highest strains, 6 Till we attain those blissful realms, HYMN 45. 1 HARK! the herald angels sing 2 Joyful all ye nations rise, (III. 1.) With th' angelic hosts proclaim Pleas'd, as man, with man to dwell, 5 Ris'n with healing in his wings, Hail the heaven-born Prince of peace. HYMN 46. Chorus. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing; 1 Zion! the marvellous story be telling, He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns upon earth. How his people with joy everlasting are crown'd. Chorus. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing; Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. 3 Mortals! your homage be gratefully bringing, And sweet let the gladsome hosanna arise; Ye angels! the full hallelujah be singing, One chorus resound through the earth and the skies. Chorus. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing; Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. 1 THE race that long in darkness pin'd The people now behold the dawn, 2 To hail thy rising, Sun of life! 3 For thou our burden hast remov'd; 4 To us the promis'd Child is born; Him shall the tribes of earth obey, 5 His name shall be the Prince of peace, 6 His pow'r increasing still shall spread, END OF THE YEAR. HYMN 48. (C. M.) 1 TIME hastens en; ye longing saints, And magnify that sov'reign love 2 As time departs, salvation comes, 3 Not many years their course shall run, Ere all its glories stand reveal'd HYMN 49. St. Luke xiii. 6—9. 1 SEE, in the vineyard of the Lord, No fruit it yields, no blossom bears, (C. M.) 2 From year to year the tree he views, And still no fruit is found; Then "cut it down," the Lord commands, "Why cumbers it the ground?" 3 But lo! the gracious Saviour pleads"The barren fig-tree spare, "Another year in mercy wait, "It yet may bloom and bear: 4 "But if my culture prove in vain, "And still no fruit be found, "I plead no more; destroy the tree, "And root it from thy ground." NEW YEAR. HYMN 50. (L. M.) 1 THE God of life, whose constant care With blessings crowns each op'ning year, My scanty span doth still prolong, And wakesanew mine annual song. 2 How many precious souls are fled To the vast regions of the dead, Since to this day the changing sun Through his last yearly period run! 3 We yet survive; but who can say, "Or through this year, or month, or day, "I shall retain this vital breath, "Thus far, at least, in league with death?' 4 That breath is thine, eternal God; "Tis thine to fix my soul's abode; It holds its life from thee alone, On earth, or in the world unknown. 5 To thee our spirits we resign, Make them and own them still as thine; So shall they live secure from fear, Though death should blast the rising year 6 Thy children panting to be gone, May bid the tide of time roll on, To land them on that happy shore, Where years and death are known no more. 7 No more fatigue, no more distress, Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach that place; |