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3 His hand no tounder bears,
No terror clothes his brow;
To fiercer flames below.
No wrath stood frowning by,
To rebels doomed to die. 5 Now sinners dry your tears;
Let hopeless sorrow cease; Bow to the sceptre of his love, And take the offer'd peace.
(99.) C. M. 107.
Christ comes to destroy sin.
Let earth receive her King:
And heaven and nature sing.
Let men their songs employ;
Repeat the sounding joy.
Nor thorns infest the ground;
Far as the curse is found.
And makes the nations prove
And wonders of his love. 108. The divine glory and goodness in the
(98.). C. M.
mission of Christ.
And join th' angelic throng;
& Good will to guilty men is shown,
on earth is giv'n;
With messages from heav'n.
His rising heams adorn:
Now such a child is born.
In highest worlds be paid!
And by our lives display'd!
Where Christ exalted reigns, And learn of the celestial choir
Their own immortal strains?
109. God sent his son not to condemn bul samo
L. M. 101.
the world. 1 PRAISE ye the Lord, who reigns above,
Fix'd on his throne of truth and love: Behold the finger of his pow'r
Contemplate, wonder, and adore.
From crime to crime with madness ran;
And blast th’ ungrateful, root and branch. 3 But clemency with justice strove,
To save the people of his love.
“ Be thou their Saviour, thou their guide.' À The eastern star with glory streans;
It comes, with healing on its beams.
5 His sacred memory we bless,
Whose holy gospel we profess;
(104.) P. M.
The universal Lord,
His pow'r and grace
Have endless praise. 2 He saw the nations lie
All perishing in sin,
Thy mercy, Lord,
Abides thy word. 3 He sent his only Son
To save us from our wo,
His pow'r and grace
Have endless praise. 4 Give thanks aloud to God,
To God the heav'nly Kings
Thy mercy, Lord,
My praise shall climb to his abode;
The great Supreme, the mighty God. 2 Without beginning or decline,
Object of faith, and not of sense;
He shines eternal ages hence.
Almighty ruler of the sky,
Fill'd all the morning-stars with joy. 4 Of all the crowns Jehovah bears,
Salvation is the dearest claim:
And owns Emmanuel for his name. 3 A cheerful confidence I feel,
My well-plac'd hopes with joy I see:
S. M. 112. The Birth of Christ. Heb. ii. 16. 1 E saints, proclaim abroad
T'he honours of your king; To Jesus your incarnate God,
Your songs of praises sing. 2 Not angels round the throne
Of majesty above,
To our Immanuel's love. 3 They never sunk so low,
They are not rais'd so high;
4 The Saviour did not join
Their nature to his own;
Nor breath'd a single groan. 5 May we with angels vie,
'The Saviour to adore; Our debts are greater far than theirs, O be our praises more!
P. M. 113.
Praise to the Saviour. 1 BRIGHTEST, and best of the sons of the
morning! Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid! Star of the East, the horizon adorning,
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid! 2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining,
Low lies his head with the beasts of the stail. Angels adore him in slumber reclining,
Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all! 3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion,
Odours of Edom and offerings divine? Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine? 4 Vainly we offer each ample cblation;
Vainly with gifts would his favour secure: Richer by far is the heart's adoration;
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid! Star of the Fast, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid!
HIS LIFE AND MINISTRY. 114. The life of Christ, a pattern for Christiana.
(128.) L. M. 1 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord! I read my duty in thy word: