Pleas'd as man with men t' appear, o 5 Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace! 1 Rippon's Col W HILE shepherds watch'd their flocks by All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. e 2 Fear not,' said he, for mighty dread b 3 To you, in David's town, this day, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord, [night, 4 The heavenly Babe you there shall find, "To human view display'd, e 'All meanly wrapp'd in swaddling bands, 'And in a manger laid.' -5 Thus spake the seraph; and forthwith Of angels, praising God, who thus s6 All glory be to God on high, g'Good will henceforth from heaven to men, 26 'Begin, and never cease.' Patrick or Tate. HYMN 10. C. M. Devizes. [*] 1'SHEPHERDS, rejoice; lift up your eyes, 'And send your fears away; 'News from the region of the skies 'Salvation's born to-day! e 2 JESUS, the God, whom angels fear, e a 3 No gold, nor purple swaddling bands, 'Nor royal, shining things; 'A manger for his cradle stands, And holds the King of kings! o 4 Go, shepherds, where the Infant lies, And see his humble throne; p "With tears of joy, in all your eyes, -5 Thus Gabriel sang-and straight around 8 6 Glory to God who reigns above, 0 1 Watts's Lyr HYMN 11. 8, 6 & 5. Christmas. [*] Christmas Morn. LIFT up your heads in joyful hope, Salute the happy morn: For heaven and earth are at peace. To ransom his own To save them by infinite grace o 5 Then let us join the heavens above, Where hymning seraphs sing; 8 Join all the glad powers For their Lord is ours [Col. Our Prophet, our Priest, and our King. Madan's HYMN 12. C. P. M. Pilgrim. [b] p10 Infancy of the Saviour. SIGHT of anguish! view it near,- -The brutes yield refuge to his wo- o 2 Why do no rapid thunders roll? o Or why no angels on the wing, e 3 Tho' now an INFANT bath'd in tears, g Helpless he calls, but men delay :e Ungrateful sinners disobey The first-born Son of God! -4 Say, radiant seraphs, thron'd in light, o Did love e'er tower so high a flight?Or glory sink so low? е -This wonder angels scarce declare; e 5 Redemption! 'tis a boundless theme; d Words are but faint, let joy expressVain is mere joy-let actions blessThis prodigy of love. d 1 HYMN 13. C. M. Arundel. [*] Christ's Ministry. Luke iv, 18, 19. HA -Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne- [comes! 2 On him the Spirit, largely pour'd, Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, o 3 He comes-the pris'ners to release, o The gates of brass before him burstThe iron fetters yield! o 4 He comes-from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray ; . And on the eye-balls of the blind To pour celestial day. e 5 He comes-the broken heart to bindThe bleeding soul to cure ; • And, with the treasures of his grace, Tenrich the humble poor 8 6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, And heaven's eternal arches ring 1 Doddridge HYMN 14. L. M. Islington. [*] AND is the gospel peace and love? Such let our conversation be; The serpent blended with the dove,- 2 Whene'er the angry passions rise, Bright pattern of the Christian life. 3 O how benevolent and kind! Shone through his life, divinely bright Steele 1 HYMN 15. L. M. Weldon. [*] WHEN at this distance, Lord, we trace The various glories of thy face, What transport pours o'er all our breast, And charms our cares and woes to rest! 2 With thee, in the obscurest cell, On some bleak mountain would I dwell; Rather than pompous courts behold, And share their grandeur and their gold. d 3 Away, ye charms of mortal joy! Raptures divine my thoughts employ ! o I see the King of glory shine ;e 1 feel his love, and call him mine. -4 On Tabor thus his servants view'd His lustre, when transform'd he stood; And, bidding earthly scenes farewell, d Cried, Lord, 'tis pleasant here to dwell.' -5 Yet still our elevated eyes To nobler visions long to rise; o That grand assembly would we join, Where all thy saints around thee shine. d 6 That mount-how bright! those forms-how o 'Tis good to dwell for ever there: -Come, death, dear envoy of our God, And bear me to that blest abode. [fair! Doddridge. HYMN 16. L. M. Dresden. [*] Christ weeping over Jerusalem. Luke xix, 41, 42. p 1 WHAT venerable sight appears!— The Son of God, dissolv'd in tears!— Trace, O my soul, with sad surprise, e 2 For whom, bless'd Jesus, we would know, Doth such a sacred torrent flow? What brother, or what friend of thine, Who like rapacious tigers stood, |