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With every morning light;
And, at the close of every day,
To him my cheerful homage pay,

Who guards me through the night. 2 Then in his churches to appear, And pay my humble worship there,

Shall be my sweet employ :
The day that saw my Saviour rise
Shall dawn on my delighted eyes

With pure and holy joy.
3 With grateful sorrow in my breast,
I'll celebrate the dying feast

Of my exalted Lord;
And, while his perfect love I view,
His bright example I'll pursue,

And meditate his word.

HYMN 134. 6 1. L. M. [#]

Lord's Day Morning. 1 GREAT God, this sacred day of thine

Demands our souls' collected powers ; May we employ in work divine

These solemn, these devoted hours ! O may our souls adoring own

The grace which calls us to thy throne ! 2 Hence, ye vain cares and trifles, fly ;

Where God resides appear no more : Omniscient God, thy piercing eye

Can every secret thought explore : O may thy grace our hearts refine, And fix our thoughts on things divine !

3 The word of life, dispensed to-day,

Invites us to a heavenly feast;
May every ear the call obey,

Be every heart an humble guest :
O bid the wretched sons of need
On soul-reviving dainties feed !


HYMN 135. C. M. [#]

Angelic Message.
1 What sudden glories did surprise

Shepherds who watched their fold !
A heavenly form salutes their eyes,

Arrayed in shining gold ! 2 'Twas night, and gloomy darkness hung

Over the lands afar;
Shepherds in pensive numbers sung,

Or watched the twinkling star. 3 Deep musing on the prophecies

Of glories then to come,
With glimmering hopes and longing eyes,

They of Messiah sung.
4 Behold, the tidings, which we bring

To you of heavenly grace,
Are of your long-expected King,

The Saviour of your race.

5 To-day is born, in Bethlehem,

The long-expected Light,
To rule the New Jerusalem,

And turn to day the night.


HYMN 136. C. M. [#]

Angel's Song.
1 SHEPHERDS, rejoice ; lift up your eyes,
And send


away ;
News from the region of the skies-

The Saviour's born to-day !
2 No gold, nor purple swaddling bands,

Nor royal, shining things;
A manger for his cradle stands,

And holds the King of kings !
3 Thus Gabriel sang-and straight around

The heavenly armies throng: They tune their harps to lofty sound,

And thus conclude the song :4 Glory to God who reigns above ;

Let peace abound on earth ;
Mortals shall know their Maker's love,

At their Redeemer's birth.



HYMN 137. H. M. [#]

Christ's Birth proclaimed.
1 HARK! what celestial notes,

What melody, we hear !
Soft on the morn it floats,

And fills the ravished ear.


The tuneful shell,
The golden lyre,
And vocal choir,

The concert swe!).
2 Angelic hosts descend,

With harmony divine ;
See, how from heaven they bend,
And in full chorus join!

Fear not, say they ;
Great joy we bring :
Jesus, your King,

Is born to-day.
3 Glory to God on high !

Ye mortals, spread the sound,
And let your raptures fly
To earth's remotest bound !

For peace on earth,
From God in heaven,
To man is given,

At Jesus' birth.

HYMN 138. P. M. [#]

The Nativity.
1 No war nor battle's sound

Was heard the world around;
No hostile chiefs to furious combat ran ;

But peaceful was the night,

In which the Prince of light His reign of peace upon the earth began. 2 The shepherds on the lawn,

Before the point of dawn,

In social circle sat ; while, all around,

The gentle, Aleecy brood

Or cropped the flowery food,
Or slept, or sported on the verdant ground.
3 When, lo, with ravished ears,

Each swain delighted hears
Sweet music, offspring of no mortal hand;

Divinely-warbled voice,

Answering the stringed noise,
With blissful rapture charmed the listening band.
4 Hail, hail, auspicious morn!

The Saviour Christ is born !
Such was the raptured seraph's song sublime.

Glory to God in heaven !

To man sweet peace be given,
Sweet peace and friendship, to the end of time !

HYMN 139. C. M. [

Behold, he comes.
1 SING to the Lord, ye distant lands,

Ye tribes of every tongue ;
His new-discovered grace demands

A new and nobler song.
2 Say to the nations, Jesus reigns,

God's own anointed Son ;
His power the sinking world sustains,

And grace surrounds his throne.
3 Let heaven proclaim the joyful day,

Joy through the earth be seen ; Let cities shine in bright array,

And fields in cheerful green.

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