The Son of God incarnate; or, the Titles and the Kingdom of Christ.

1 THE lands that long in darkness lay
Now have beheld a heavenly light;
Nations that sat in death's cold shade
Are blest with beams divinely bright.

2 The virgin's promis'd Son is born;
Behold th❜expected child appear!
What shall his names or titles be?
'The Wonderful, the Counsellor.'

3 [This infant is the mighty God
Come to be suckled and ador'd;
Th'eternal Father, Prince of peace,
The Son of David, and his Lord.]

4 The government of earth and seas
Upon his shoulders shall be laid;
His wide dominions shall increase,
And honours to his name be paid.

5 Jesus, the holy child shall sit

High on his father David's throne;
Shall crush his foes beneath his feet,
And reign to ages yet unknown.

HYMN 14. Long Metre.

Romans VIII. 33, &c.

The Triumph of Faith; or, Christ's unchangeable Love.

1 WHO shall the Lord's elect condemn ?

'Tis God that justifies their souls;
And mercy, like a mighty stream,
O'er all their sins divinely rolls.

2 Who shall adjudge the saints to hell?
'Tis Christ that suffer'd in their stead;
And the salvation to fulfil,

Behold him rising from the dead!

3 He lives! he lives, and sits above,
For ever interceding there:

Who shall divide us from his love?
Or what should tempt us to despair?

4 Shall persecution, or distress,
Famine, or sword, or nakedness?

He that hath lov'd us bears us through,
And makes us more than conquerors too.

5 Faith hath an overcoming power,
It triumphs in the dying hour:

Christ is our life, our joy, our hope;
Nor can we sink with such a prop.

6 Not all that men on earth can do,
Nor powers on high, nor powers below,
Shall cause his mercy to remove,

Or wean our hearts from Christ, our love.

1 LET

me but hear my Saviour say,
Strength shall be equal to thy day;
Then I rejoice in deep distress,
Leaning on all-sufficient grace.

2 I glory in infirmity,

That Christ's own power may rest on me;
When I am weak, then am I strong;
Grace is my shield, and Christ my song.

3 I can do all things, or can bear

All sufferings, if my Lord be there;
Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains,
While his left hand my head sustains.

4 But if the Lord be once withdrawn,
And we attempt the work alone,
When new temptations spring and rise
We find how great our weakness is.

5 [So Samson, when his hair was lost,
Met the Philistines to his cost;

Shook his vain limbs with sad surprise,
Made feeble fight, and lost his eyes.]

1 HOSANNA to the royal Son

Of David's ancient line!

His natures two, his person one,
Mysterious and divine.

2 The root of David here, we find,
And Offspring are the same;
Eternity and time are join'd

In our Immanuel's name.

3 Bless'd he that comes to wretched men With peaceful news from heaven; Hosannas of the highest strain

To Christ the Lord be given!

4 Let mortals ne'er refuse to take The hosanna on their tongues,

!

Lest rocks and stones should rise, and break
Their silence into songs.

10 For an overcoming faith

To cheer my dying hours,
To triumph o'er the monster death,
And all his frightful powers!

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2 Joyful, with all the strength I have,
My quivering lips should sing,
Where is thy boasted victory, grave?
' And where the monster's sting?'

3 If sin be pardon'd I'm secure,
Death hath no sting beside;
The law gives sin its damning power,
But Christ my ransom died.

4 Now to the God of victory
Immortal thanks be paid,

Who makes us conquerors while we die,
Through Christ our living head.

Blessed are the Dead that die in the Lord.

1 HEAR what the voice from heaven proclaims,

For all the pious dead;

Sweet is the savour of their names,
And soft their sleeping bed.

2 They die in Jesus, and are bless'd;
How kind their slumbers are!

From sufferings and from sins releas'd,
And freed from every snare.

3 Far from this world of toil and strife,
They're present with the Lord;

The Labours of their mortal life
End in a large reward.