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2 On him the Spirit, largely pour'd,
Exerts his sacred fire;
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
His holy breast inspire."

3 He comes, the pris'ners 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 eyes oppress'd with night

To pour celestial day.

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O may we lose these useless tongues, When we forget to praise!

2 Then let us swell responsive notes, And join the heav'nly throng;

5 He comes, the broken heart to bind, For angels no such love have known

The bleeding soul to cure,

And with the treasures of his grace
Tenrich the humble poor.

6 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heav'n's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.

HYMN 42.

(III. 3.)

H Born to set thy people free! AIL, thou long expected Jesus,

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; By thine all-sufficient merit Raise us to thy glorious throne.

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As we, to wake their song.

3 Good-will to sinful dust is shown,
For lo! th' incarnate Saviour comes,
And peace on earth is giv'n;
With news of joy from heav'n!

4 Mercy and truth, with sweet accord, His rising beams adorn;

Let heav'n and earth in concert sing
"The promis'd Child is born!"
5 Glory to God, in highest strains,
By highest worlds is paid;
Be glory, then, by us proclaim'd,
And by our lives display'd;

6 Till we attain those blissful realms,
Where now our Saviour reigns;
To rival these celestial choirs
In their immortal strains!

H

HYMN 44. (III. 1.)
ARK! the herald angels sing
Glory to the new-born King,
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconcil'd!
2 Joyful all ye nations rise,
Join the triumphs of the skies;
With th' angelic hosts proclaim,
Christ is born in Bethlehem!
3 Christ, by highest heav'n ador'd,
Christ, the everlasting Lord,
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the virgin's womb!
4 Veil'd in flesh the Godhead see
Hail th' incarnate Deity,
Pleas'd, as man, with man to dwell,
Jesus, now Emanuel.

5 Ris'n with healing in his wings,
Light and life to all he brings;
Hail the Sun of righteousness,
Hail the heav'n-born Prince of peace
HYMN 46.

Chorus.

Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing;

Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King.

Zion! the marvellous story be telling, The Son of the Highest, how lowly

his birth!

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The brightest archangel in glory excel-And magnify that sov'reign love

ling,

He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns

upon earth.

Chorus. Shout the glad tidings, exult ingly sing;

Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah

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Which shows salvation righ.
2 As time departs, salvation comes
Each moment brings it near;
Then welcome each declining day,
Welcome each closing year.

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And sweet let the gladsome hosanna 3 arise;

Ye angels! the full hallelujah be singing, One chorus resound through the earth! and the skies.

And still no fruit is found; [mands, Then "cut it down" the Lord com"Why cumbers it the ground?" But lo! the gracious Saviour pleads→ "The barren fig-tree spare, Another year in mercy wait, It yet may bloom and bear. "But if my culture prove in vain, And still no fruit be found, plead no more; destroy the tree, And root it from thy ground."

Chorus. Shout the glad tidings, exult-4
ingly sing;

Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah
is King.
HYMN 47.

(C. M.)

Isaiah ix. 2-7.

THE race that long in darkness pin'd

Have seen a glorious light;
The people now behold the dawn,
Who dwelt in death and night.
To hail thy rising, Sun of life!
The gath'ring nations come,
Joyous as when the reapers bear
Their harvest treasures home.
For thou our burden hast remov'd,
Th' oppressor's reign is broke;
Thy fiery conflict with the foe
Has burst his cruel yoke.

4 To us the promis'd Child is born;
To us the Son is giv'n;

Him shall the tribes of earth obey,
And all the hosts of heav'n.

5 His name shall be the Prince of peace,
For evermore ador'd,
The Wonderful, the Counsellor,
The mighty God and Lord.

6 His pow'r increasing still shall spread,
His reign no end shall know;
Justice shall guard his throne above,
And peace abound below.,

END OF THE YEAR.
HYMN 48.
(C. M.)
T Now raise your voices high:
IME hastens on; ye longing saints,

I

NEW YEAR.

HYMN 50. (L. M.) THE God of life, whose constant care With blessings Crowns each op'ning

year,

My scanty span doth still prolong And wakes anew 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 ?"

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7 No more atigue, no more distress, Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach that place; No groans, to mingle with the songs Resounding from immortal tongues: 8 No more alarms from ghostly foes; No cares, to break the long repose; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon. 9 O long expected year! begin, Dawn on this world of wo and sin; Fain would we leave this weary road,

To sleep in death, and rest with God. (C. M.)

HYMN 51.

1

As o'er the past the secret sigh?

Why heaves

'Tis that I mourn departed days, Still unprepar'd to die.

2 The world and worldly things belov'd My anxious thoughts employ'd; And time unhallow'd, unimprov'd, Presents a fearful void.

3 Yet, holy Father, wild despair

Chase from my lab'ring breast: Thy grace it is which prompts the That grace can do the rest. [prayer, My life's brief remnant all be thine! And, when thy sure decree Bids me this fleeting breath resign. O speed my soul to Thee!

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Isaiah lii. 7-10.

row beauteous are their feet

H 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 their tidings are!
Zion, behold thy Saviour-King,
He reigns and triumphs here.
3 How happy are our ears.
That hear this joyful sound,

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HALL, to the Lord's Anointed,

Great David's greater Son

Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun!.
He comes to break oppression,.
To take away transgression,
To set the captive free,
And rule in equity...

2 He comes, with succour speedy,.
To those who suffer wrong,
To help the poor and needy.

And bid the weak be strong; To give them songs for sighing, Their darkness turn to light,

Which kings and prophets waited for, Whose souls. condemn'd, and dying,

And sought, but never found!" 4 How blessed are our eyes, That see this heav'nly light! Prophets and kings desir'd 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 The Lord makes bare his arm Through all the earth abroad: et every nation now behold Their Saviour and their God. B

Were precious in his sight.
3 He shall descend like showers
Upon the fruitful earth,
And love and joy, like flowers,
Spring in his path to birth:
Before him, on the mountains,
Shall peace, the herald, go;
And righteousness, in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.

4 To him shall prayer unceasing,
And daily vows, ascend;
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end.

4

The tide of time shall never

His covenant remove; His name shall stand for ever; That name to us is Love. HYMN 55.

O'ER

(C. M.)

Isaiah ii. 2-5.

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'ER mountain tops the mount of In latter days shall rise, Above the summits of the hills, And draw the wond'ring eyes. 2 To this the joyful nations round, All tribes and tongues, shall flow; Up to the mount of God, they'll say, And to his house, we'll go.

3 The beams that shine from Zion's Shall lighten every land; Thill The king who reigns in Salem's tow'rs Shall all the world command.

4 Among the nations he shall judge, His judgments truth shall guide; His sceptre shall protect the just, And crush the sinner's pride. 5 For peaceful implements shall men Exchange their swords and spears; Nor shall they study war again

Throughout those happy years.

6 Come, O ye house of Jacob! come
To worship at his shrine:
And, walking in the light of God,
With holy graces shine.

LENT.

HYMN 56.

Litany.

(III. 1.)

SAVIOUR, whon, in dust, to thee
Low we bow th' adoring knee;
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our streaming eyes
O, by all thy pains and wo,
Suffer'd once for man below,
Bending from thy throne on high,
Hear our solemn litany.

2 By thy birth and early years,
By thy human griefs and fears,
By thy fasting and distress
In the lonely wilderness,
By thy vict'ry in the hour
Of the subtle tempter's pow'r,
Jesus, look with pitying eye;
Hear our solemn litany.

3. By thine hour of dark despair,
By thine agony of prayer,
By the purple robe of scorn,

By thy wounds-thy crown of thorn,
By thy cross-thy pangs and cries,
By thy perfect sacrifice,
Jesus, look with pitying eye;
Hear our solemn litany.

4 By thy deep expiring groan,
By the seal'd sepulchral stone,

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HYMN 58.

(C. M.) ALAS, what hourly dangers rise, What snares beset my way! To heav'n, O let me lift mine eyes, And hourly watch and pray.

2 How oft my mournful thoughts com
And melt in flowing tears! [plain
My weak resistance, ah, how vain,
How strong my foes and fears!
3 O gracious God, in whom I live,
My feeble efforts aid;

Help me to watch, and pray, and strive
Though trembling and afraid.
4 Increase my faith, increase my hope
When foes and fears prevail;
And hear my fainting spirit up,

Or soon my strength will fail.
5 Whene'er temptations fright m
Or lure my feet aside, [hear
My God, thy pow'rful aid impart,
My guardian and my guide.
6 O keep me in thy heav'nly way,
And bid the tempter flee;
And let me never, never stray
From happiness and thee.

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That can to life and bliss restore

So vile a heart as mine. 5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet, Dear Saviour, I adore;

O keep me at thy sacred feet,

And let me rove no more.

HYMN 60.

(L. M.)

THOU, to whose all searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light,
Search, prove my heart, it looks to thee,
O burst its bonds, and set it free!
2 Wash out its stains, remove its dross,
Bind my affections to the cross;
Hallow each thought, let all within
Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean.
3 If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be thou my light, be thou my way;
No foes, no violence I fear,
No harm, while thou, my God, art near.
4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of wo,
Jesus, thy timely aid impart,

And raise my head, and cheer my heart.
5 Saviour! where'er thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untir'd, I follow thee:
O let thy hand support me still,
And lead me to thy holy hill.

See Hymns on Repentance.

PASSION WEEK, AND GOOD
FRIDAY.

HYMN 61. (III. 4.)

Isaiah Ixiii. 1-4.

WHO is this that comes from Edom,

All hisraiment stain'd with blood,
To the captive speaking freedom,
Bringing and bestowing good;
Glorious in the garb he wears,
Glorious in the spoil he bears?
2 Tis the Saviour, now victorious,
Trav'lling onward in his might;
"Tis the Saviour, O how glorious
To his people is the sight!
Satan conquer'd, and the grave,
Jesus now is strong to save.
3 Why that blood his raiment staining?
'Tis the blood of many slain;
Of his foes there's none remaining,
None, the contest to maintain :
Fall'n they are, no more to rise,
All their glory prostrate lies.
4 Mighty Victor, reign for ever,
Wear the crown so dearly won!
Never shall thy people, never,

Cease to sing what thou hast done!
Thou hast fought thy people's foes;
Thou hast heal'd thy people's woes.
HYMN 62. (L. M.)

THEN I survey the wondrous cross,

W on which the Prince of glory died,

My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the cross of Christ, my God:
All the vain things that charm me
I sacrifice them to thy blood. [most
3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?

Or thornscompose a Saviour's crown?
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine
That were a tribute far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my life, my soul, my all.

HYMN 63. (C. M.)

EHOLD the Saviour of mankind

B Nail'd to the shameful tree;

How vast the love that him inclin'd
To bleed and die for me!

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Y Saviour, hanging on the tree

Min agonies and blood,

Methought, once turn'd his eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.

2 Sure, never till my latest breath
Can I forget that look;

It seem'd to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke.

3 My conscience felt and own'd the
I saw my sins his blood had spilt,
And plung'd me in despair; [guilt,

And help'd to nail him there.

4 Alas! I knew not what I did:
But now my tears are vain;
Where shall my trembling soul be hid?
For I the Lord have slain.

5 A second look he gave, which said,
"I freely all forgive:

This blood is for thy ransom paid,
I die, that thou may'st live."
6 Thus, while his death my sin, dis
In all its blackest hue, [plays
(Such is the mystery of grace,)
It seals my pardon too.

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