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2. HEAR them tell the wondrous story, Hear them chant in hymns of joy: Glory in the highest, glory!

Glory be to God most high!

3. Peace on earth, good will from heaven, Reaching far as man is found; Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven; Loud our golden harps shall sound. 4. Christ is born, the Great Anointed;

Heaven and earth his praises sing; Oh, receive whom God appointed, For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 5. Haste, ye mortals, to adore him;

Learn his name, and taste his joy; Till in heaven ye sing before him, "Glory be to God most high."

4. Age to age thy glory beareth

On the stream of time abroad;
Race to race thy name declareth,
Son of Mary! Son of God!
5. Heaven exults and earth rejoices

In the work that thou hast wrought; Lord, attune our trembling voices, Let us praise thee as we ought. 129.* 1. HARK! the herald angels sing,

"Christ is born in Bethlehem."
LUKE ii.

Glory to the new-born King! Peace on earth, and mercy mild; God and sinners reconciled." 2. Joyful, all ye nations, rise; Join the triumphs of the skies; With th' angelic hosts proclaim, "Christ is born in Bethlehem." 3. Mild he lays his glories by ; Born that man no more may die; Born to raise the sons of earth h; Born to give them second birth. 4. Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace! Hail, the Sun of Righteousness! Light and life to all he brings, Ris'n with healing in his wings. 5. Let us, then, with angels sing, "Glory to the new-born King! Peace on earth, and mercy mild; God and sinners reconciled!"

*For this hymn, omit the last note in the first and thire lines.

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To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was his divine employ.

3. 'Mid keen reproach, and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek he stood:
His foes, ungrateful, sought his life;
He labored for their good.

4. In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his Father's throne,
With soul resigned, he bowed, and said,
"Thy will, not mine, be done!"

5. Be Christ our pattern and our guide;
His image may we bear;
Oh, may we tread his holy steps,
His joy and glory share!

Like thee, O Lord, to grieve
Far more for others' sins than all
The wrongs that we receive.

5. One with thyself, may every eye,
In us, thy brethren, see
The gentleness and grace that spring
From union, Lord! with thee.

132.

The Way, and the Truth, and the Life.
JOHN Xiv: 6.

1. THOU art the Way: to thee alone
From sin and death we flee;
And he who would the Father seek,
Must seek him, Lord, by thee.

2. Thou art the Truth: thy word alone
True wisdom can impart;
Thou only canst instruct the mind,
And purify the heart.

3. Thou art the Life: the rending tomb
Proclaims thy conqu'ring arm;
And those who put their trust in thee
Nor death nor hell shall harm.

4. Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life:
Grant us to know that Way;
That Truth to keep, that Life to win,
Which leads to endless day.

Doxology.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

One God, whom we adore,

Be glory as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore!

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SCOTTISH.

1. My dear Redeemer, and my Lord,
I read my duty in thy word;
But in thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.

2. Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
Such deference to thy Father's will,
Such love and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe and make them mine.

3. Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer:
The desert thy temptation knew,
Thy conflict, and thy victory, too.
4. Be thou my pattern; make me bear
More of thy gracious image here:
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name
Among the followers of the Lamb.
134.

'He so loved the world." JOHN xvi: 17.

1. NOT to condemn the sons of men,
Did Christ, the Son of God, appear;
No weapons in his hands are seen,
No flaming sword, nor thunder there.

2. Such was the pity of our God,

He loved the race of men so well,
He sent his Son to bear our load
Of sins, and save our souls from hell.

3. Sinners, believe the Saviour's word; Trust in his mighty name, and live: A thousand joys his lips afford,

His hands a thousand blessings give.

135."Thy throne, O God, is forever and ever."

PSALM XIV.

1. Now be my heart inspired to sing
The glories of my Saviour King:
Jesus, the Lord, how heavenly fair
His form! how bright his beauties are '

2. O'er all the sons of human race
He shines with a superior grace;
Love from his lips divinely flows,
And blessings all his state compose.

3. Thy throne, O God, for ever stands!
Grace is the scepter in thy hands:
Thy laws and works are just and right,
Justice and grace are thy delight.

4. God, thine own God, has richly shed
His oil of gladness on thy head;
And with his sacred Spirit blest
His first-born Son above the rest.
136.

Invitations of Christ.

1. How sweetly flowed the gospel sound
From lips of gentleness and grace,
When list'ning thousands gathered round,
And joy and reverence filled the place!
2. From heaven he came,of heaven he spoke,
To heaven he led his followers' way;
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke,
Unvailing an immortal day.

3. "Come, wanderers, to my Father's home,
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest;"
Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come,
Obey thee, love thee, and be blest.

OLIVES' BROW. L. M.

W. B. BRADBURY.

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In wondrous love, O Son of God!

137.

66 Oh, who like Thee!"

2. OH, who like thee, so calm, so bright,
So pure, so made to live in light?
Oh, who like thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woe?

3. Oh, who like thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,
So glorious in humility?

4 Ev'n death, which sets the pris'ner free,
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to thee;
Yet love through all thy torture glowed,
And mercy with thy life-blood flowed.

5. Oh, in thy light be mine to go,
Illuming all my way of woe!
And give me ever on the road
To trace thy footsteps, Son of God!
138.

The Conflict.

1. 'Tis midnight, and, on Olives' brow, The star is dimmed that lately shone; 'Tis midnight; in the garden now The suffering Saviour prays alone.

2. 'Tis midnight; and, from all removed,

The Saviour wrestles lone with fears; Ev'n that disciple whom he loved

Heeds not his Master's griefs and tears.

4. 'Tis midnight,—and from ether-plains Is borne the song that angels know: Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. 139.

"When I survey the wondrous Cross."

1. WHEN I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride. 2. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the death of Christ my God:
All the vain things that charm me most—
I sacrifice them to his blood.

3. See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4. Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an off'ring far too small:
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all!

In sounds to mortal ears unknown, With angels join to praise the Lamb, And worship at his Father's throne.

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141.

"Thou Rising, Reigning God."

1. YES, the Redeemer rose;
The Saviour left the dead;
And o'er our hellish foes

High raised his conqu❜ring head: In wild dismay, the guards around Fall to the ground, and sink away.

2. Lo! the angelic bands.

In full assembly meet,
To wait his high commands,

And worship at his feet:

Joyful they come, and wing their way From realms of day to Jesus' tomb.

3. Then back to heaven they fly,

And the glad tidings bear:
Hark! as they soar on high,

What music fills the air!

Their anthems say, "Jesus who bled
Hath left the dead; he rose to-day."

4. Ye mortals, catch the sound,

Redeemed by him from hell;
And send the echo round

The globe on which you dwell:
Transported, cry, "Jesus who bled
Hath left the dead, no more to die."

5. All hail triumphant Lord,

Who sav'st us with thy blood!
Wide be thy name adored,

Thou rising, reigning God!
With thee we rise, with thee we reign,
And empires gain beyond the skies.

1. COME, every pious heart
That loves the Saviour's name,
Your noblest powers exert

To celebrate his fame:
Tell all above, and all below,
The debt of love to him you owe.
2. He left his starry crown,

And laid his robes aside;
On wings of love came down,
And wept, and bled, and died!
What he endured, O, who can tell?
To save our souls from death and hell

3. From the dark grave he rose,

The mansions of the dead;
And thence his mighty foes.

In glorious triumph led:

Up thro' the sky the Conqu'ror rode,
And reigns on high, the Saviour-God.
4. From thence he'll quickly come-
His chariot will not stay-
And bear our spirits home

To realms of endless day
There shall we see his lovely face
And ever be in his embrace.

Doxology.

To GOD, the Father, Son,
And Spirit ever blest,
Eternal Three in One,

All worship be addressed: As heretofore it was, is now, And shall be so for evermore.