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HYMN 10. L. M.
King of Nations. Ps. xlvii. 6, 7. lxxii. 10–14.
Does his successive journies run;
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
And Europe her best tribute brings ;
To pay their homage at his feet.
There India shines in eastern gold;
Submit, and bow, and own their Lord.
And praises throng to crown his head ;
With ev'ry morning sacrifice.
Dwell on his love with sweetest song :
Their early blessings on his name.
The pris'ner leaps to loose his chains;
And all the sons of want are blest.
Death and the curse are known no more ;
More blessings than their father lost.
Peculiar honours to their King ;
HYMN 11. L. M.
Jesus shall shed his blessings down;
Have long been desolate and dry,
And sudden green and herbage wear. 3 The dews aud rains, in all their store,
Drenching the pastures o'er and o'er,
Which sanctifies and saves our race. 4 As, in soft silence vernal show'rs
Descend, and cheer the fainting flow'rs;
Falls the sweet influence from above. 5 That heavenly influence let me find
In holy silence of the mind,
Diffusing wide its rich perfume.
To me, but pour'd on all mankind,
HYMN 12. S. M.
His godhead from his throne ; 6 Mercy and justice are the names
By which I will be known. 2. Ye dying souls, that sit
In darkness and distress,
To my recov'ring grace."
3 Sinners shall hear the sound;
Their thankful tongues shall own
In thee, O Lord, alone. 4 In thee shall Israel trust,
And see their guilt forgiven ;
HYMN 13. C. M.
ARK the glad sound! the Saviour comes !
The Saviour promis'd long ! Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne,
And ev'ry voice a song.
Exerts its sacred fire ;
His holy breast inspire.
In satan's bondage held :
The iron fetters yield.
To clear the mental ray;
To celestial day.
The bleeding soul to cure ; And with the treasures of his
grace, To enrich the humble poor. 6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim ; And Heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name. RIPPON's Coll.
HYMN 14. C. M.
All seated on the ground,
And glory shone around. 2 "Fear not,” said he, (for mighty dread
Had seiz'd their troubled mind ;) “Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you and all mankind.
Is born of David's line,
And this shall be the sign :
To human view display'd,
And in a manger laid."
Appear'd a shining throng
Address’d their joyful song: 6 “All Glory be to God on high,
And to the earth be peace ;
Begin and never cease.” Episcopal Psalm.
Immanuel is born. Luke i. 68, 69, 70.
RISE, and hail the happy day;
Cast all low cares of life away,
With healing in his wings.
2 If angels, on that happy morn
Pourd forth their joyful songs ;
To whom that grace belongs.
To hymn the happy day,
OY to the world! the Lord is come;
Let men their songs employ;
Repeat the sounding joy.
Nor thorns infest the ground ;
Far as the curse is found.
4 He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteousness, And wonders of his love.