We see the God shine through the man, In dear Imman'el's face.
This sacred unity maintains
Our constant peace with God:
Our sins aton'd for by his pains,
His sorrow, and his blood.
AWAKE, awake the sacred song
To our incarnate Lord;
Let ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue
Adore th' eternal word.
That awful word, that sov❜reign pow'r,
By whom the worlds were made ;
(O happy morn! illustrious hour!)
Was once in flesh array'd!
Then shone almighty pow'r and love
In all their glorious forms :
When Jesus left the throne above
To dwell with sinful worms.
To dwell with misery below,
The Saviour left the skies ;
And sunk to wretchedness and woe,
That worthless man might rise.
Adoring angels tun'd their songs
To hail the joyful day;
With rapture then, let mortal tongues
Their grateful worship pay.
What glory, Lord, to thee is due !
With wonder we adore ;
But could we sing as angels do,
Our highest praise were poor.
HYMN 69. C. M.
WHILE shepherds watch'd their flocks by night,
All seated on the ground,
The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.
"Fear not, said he, (for mighty dread
Had seiz❜d their troubled mind ;)
Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you and all mankind.
To you, in David's town, this day
Is born of David's line,
A Saviour, who is Christ the Lord!
And this shall be the sign :
The heav'nly Babe you there shall find,
To human view display'd,
All meanly wrapt in swathing bands,
And in a manger laid."
Thus spake the Seraph, and forthwith
Appear'd a shining throng
Of Angels, praising God, who thus
Address'd their joyful song:
All Glory be to God on high,
And to the earth be peace ;
Good will, henceforth, from heav'n to men
Begin, and never cease."
HYMN 70. P. M.
WE celebrate the praise, to day,
Of Godhead manifest in clay,
And of a woman born!
The promis'd Son to us is giv❜n,
The glories of indulgent heav'n
Our nature doth adorn.
Let it be told in distant lands,
How softly wrapt in swaddling bands,
And in a manger laid,
Was be, whom we with joy confess,
The glorious Lord, our righteousness!
Born of the favour'd maid.
Long did the saints with ardour sigh
To see his day, and thus did cry,
- Desire of nations come :"
More bless'd are we who see and prove, The fulness of the Father's love
The state of man assume.
The Lord himself hath giv❜n the sign
Of richest grace and love divine,
Promis'd of old to man ;
How that a virgin should conceive ;*
The wond'rous tidings we believe,
And praise her first born son.
HYMN 71. P. M.
HARK! the herald angels sing
Glory to the new-born King!
Peace on earth, and mercy mild.
God and sinners reconcil'd.
Joyful all ye nations rise,
Join the triumphs of the skies;
Nature rise and worship him,
Who is born at Bethlehem.
Christ, by highest heav'n ador'd,
Christ, the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the virgin's womb.
Veil'd in flesh the Godhead see,
Hail th' incarnate Deity!
Pleas'd as man with men t' appear,
Jesus' our Immanuel here.
Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Son of Righteousness !
Light and life around he brings,
Ris'n with healing in his wings.
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that men no more may die ;
Born to raise the sons of earth;
Born to give them second birth.
HYMN 72. P. M.
LET all the nations of the earth
Sing of the great Redeemer's birth !
That once-despised man :
O how immense the mystery!
The Father of eternity
Contracted to a span.
The fallen sons of men he took,
As members written in his book,
And did our state assume,
That we with him, from sin set free, Pure, body, undefi'd. might be,
And thus to glory come.
Lo! then a man was born again,
Exempt from Adam's dreadful stain,
And fully meet for bear'n;
With him the fallen sons of earth
Are born of God, this their new birth.
Which grace to them has givin.
With Angel hosts we join to sing
The praises of our new born King-
Our God incarnate bless;
Whose holy, strange, mysterious birth,
Brought heav'nly joys to sons of earth,
With peace and righteousness.
RISE, and bail the happy day; Cast all low cares of life awat,
And thought of meaner things: This day to cure our deadly woes, The Sun of Righteousness arose, With healing in his wings.
If angels, on that happy morn
The Saviour of the work was born,
Pour'd forth their joyful songs ;
Mach more should we of human race,
Adore the wonders of his grace
To whom that grace belongs.
O then let heav'n and earth rojoice,
Let ev'ry creature join his voice,
To hymn the happy day;
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