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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.
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,

" Aud 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 losty sound,

And thus conclude the song :
6 “Glory to God, who reigns above,
“Let peace surround the earth;

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

HYMN 104. 7s.

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 reconcild.”

HYMN 105.

C. M. Doddridge.
Arundel. St. Asaph's.

The Redeemer's message.
1 HARK, the glad sound, the Saviour comes,
The Saviour, promis'd long !


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.

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3 He comes, from ihickest films of vico

To clear the mental ray;
And, on the eyes, oppress’d with night,

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.

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.

Plendon. China. Luton.
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 meěkness 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.

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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.

HYMN 109.

L. M, Tappan. Munich. Armley.

Gethsemane. 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 removid,

Inimanuel 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.

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