5 Hark! the cherubic armies shout, And glory leads the song;

Good will and peace are heard throughout Th' harmonious heavenly throng.

HYMN 103. C. M.

Abridge. Barby.

Watts.

Angels' song. Luke ii. 8-14.

1 "SHEPHERDS, rejoice; lift up your eyes, "And send your fears away; "News from the region of the skies"Salvation's born to-day.

2 "JESUS, the God, whom angels fear, "Comes down to dwell with you; "To-day he makes his entrance here, "But not as monarchs do.

3 "No gold, nor purple swaddling bands, "Nor royal shining things;

"A manger for his cradle stands,
"And holds the King of kings!

4 "Go, shepherds, where the Infant lies,
"And see his humble throne;
"With tears of joy in all your eyes,
"Go, shepherds, kiss the Son."

5 Thus Gabriel sang-and straight around The heav'nly armies throng:

They tune their harps to lofty sound,
And thus conclude the song :—

6 "Glory to God, who reigns above,
"Let peace surround the earth;

"Mortals shall know their Maker's love, "At their Redeemer's birth."

66

Redemption. Hampton.

1 HARK!-the herald angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King!
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconcil'd."

2 Mild, he lays his glory by ;
Born, that man no more may die ;
Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies.
3 "Glory to the new-born King”-
Let us all the anthem sing-
“Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconcil'd."

HYMN 105.

C. M.

Repeat.

Doddridge.

Arundel. St. Asaph's.

The Redeemer's message.

1 HARK, the glad sound, the Saviour comes, The Saviour, promis'd long!

Let every heart prepare a throne,

And every voice a song.

2 On him, the Spirit, largely pour'd,
Exerts his sacred fire;

Wisdom, and might, and zeal, and love
His holy breast inspire.

3 He comes, from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray;

And, on the eyes, oppress'd with night,
To pour celestial day.

4 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.

HYMN 106.

L. M.

Steele.

Islington. Portugal.

Our Example.

1 AND is the gospel peace and love?
Such let our conversation be;
The serpent blended with the dove-
Wisdom and meek simplicity.

2 Whene'er the angry passions rise,
And tempt our thoughts and tongues to
strife;

To Jesus let us lift our eyes,
Bright pattern of the christian life.
3 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labors of his life were love;
Then, if we bear the Saviour's name,
By his example let us move.

4 Oh, how benevolent and kind!

How mild-how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,
And these the rules by which we live.

HYMN 107.

L. M.

Blendon. China. Luton.

Watts..

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 Cold mountains, and the midnight air,
Witness'd the fervor of thy prayer:
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict, and thy vict'ry too.
3 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
Such def'rence to thy Father's will,
Thy love and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe, and make them mine..

HMYN 108. L. M. Collyer.

Moreton. Luton. Malmsbury.

Transfiguration. Luke ix. 28-31.

1 ON Tabor's top the Saviour stands, His alter'd face resplendent shines;

And, while he elevates his hands,

Lo, glory marks its gentle lines!

2 Two heavenly forms descend to wait
Upon their suffering Prince below;
But while they worship at his feet,
They talk of fast approaching wo.
3 Amid the lustre of the scene,

To Calvary ho turns his eyes;
And, with submission, all serene,
He marks the future tempest rise.

4 Then let us climb the mount of prayer,
Where all his beaming glories shine;
And, gazing on his brightness there,
Our woes forget in joys divine.

5 Oh, that on yonder heavenly hills,
Where now the risen Saviour stands,
And peace, like softest dew, distils-
I too may elevate my hands.

1 'TIS midnight—and on Olive's brow, The star is dimm'd that lately shone; "Tis midnight-in the garden now, The suff'ring Saviour prays alone. 2 "Tis midnight-and from all remov'd, In manuel wrestles lone, with fears; E'en the disciple that he lov'd

Heeds not his Master's grief and tears.
3 'Tis midnight-and for others' guilt
The man of sorrows weeps in blood;
Yet he that hath in anguish knelt,
Is not forsaken by his God.

4 'Tis midnight-and from ether plains,
Is borne the song that angels know;
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly sooth the Saviour's wo.