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And to eternity prolong
Thy vast, thy boundless praiso.
The honors of my God;
Shall spread thy praise abroad.
Though death will close my eyes :
And sweeter raptures rise.
Their grateful tribute pay:
Our hymn of gratitude we raise ;
We offer thee our song of praise. 2 Thy name we bless, Almighty God!
For all the kindness thou hast shown
This land we fondly call our own.
And casts her soft and hallowed ray ;-
In safety, through their dangerous way, 4 We praise thee, that the gospel's light,
Through all our land, its radiance sheds ;
And heavenly blessings round us spreads. 5 Great God! preserve is in thy fear;
In dangers still our guardian be;
L. P. M. 61.
National Praise and Prayer.
His power and mercy we proclaim:
Through every age, Oh! may we own,
And triumph in his mighty name.
Lord ! in our land, support thy reign;
And all thy sacred rights maintain.
C. M. 62.
And chaunt the solemn lay:
To hail th' auspicious day.
And sweet seraphic fire
And strung and tuned the lyre.
And loud the echo rolled;
'T was more than heaven could hold. 4 Down through the portals of the sky
Th' impetuous torrent ran;
To bear the news to man.
And glory leads the song ;
Th’ harmonious heavenly throng. 6 With joy the chorus we repeat
6 Glory to God on high !" Good-will and peace are now complete ;
Jesus is born to die.
8s and 78. 63.
Christ, the Saviour, born.
Born to set thy people free;
Let us find our rest in thee.
Hope of all the saints, thou art;
Joy of every waiting heart.
Born a child, yet God our King,
Now thy gracious kingdom bring.
Rule in all our hearts alone;
C. M. 64. The Redeemer's Message. I HARK the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour; promised long :
And every voice a song.
Exerts his sacred fire;
His holy breast inspire.
In Satan's bondage held;
The iron fetters yield.
The bleeding soul to cure;
T'enrich the humble poor.
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
With thy beloved name.
8. M. 65.
The Nativity of Christ. 1 BEHOLD the grace appear
The blessing promised long!
In their triumphant song: 2 "Glory to God on high,
And heavenly peace on earth;
At the Redeemer's birth. 3 In worship so divine
Let saints employ their tongues;
And loud repeat their songs : 4 “ Glory to God on high,
And heavenly peace on earth ;
At our Redeemer's birth."
Songs of the Angels.
“Glory to the new-born King;
mercy mild, -
“ Christ is born in Bethlehem." 3 Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die;
Born to give them second birth.
Hail! the Sun of righteousness !
“Glory to the new-born King;
H. M. 67.
Joy at Immanuel's Birth. 1 HARK! hark !-the notes of joy
Roll o'er the heavenly plains,
For their sublimest strains ;
Loud sound the harps around the throne. 2 Hark! hark !-the sounds draw nigh,
The joyful hosts descend;
To earth his footsteps bend;
He comes with messages of grace. 3 Bear, bear the tidings round;
Let every mortal know
What pity he can show;
Bear the glad news from pole to pole. 4 Strike, strike the harps again,
To great Immanuel's name;
And all his grace proclaim;
8s and 7s.
Sweetly sounding through the skies ?
Heavenly hallelujahs rise.
Which they chant in hymns of joy ;“ Glory in the highest, glory
Glory be to God most high!
Reaching far as man is found;
Loud our golden harps shall sound.