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5 Hark! the cherubic armies shout,
And glory leads the song;
Th’ harmonious heavenly throng.
" 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:
And thus conclude the song :
“Mortals shall know their Maker's love, " At their Redeemer's birth."
HYMN 104. 7s.
“Glory to the new-born King!
God and sinners reconcil'd.”
Born, that man no more may die ;
Join the triumph of the skies.
Let us all the anthem sing-
C. M. Doddridge.
The Redeemer's message.
prepare a throne,
Exerts his sacred fire;
3 He comes, from ihickest films of vico
To clear the mental ray;
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
With thy beloved name.
Such let our conversation be ;
Wisdom and meek simplicity. 2 Whene'er the angry passions rise, And tempt our thoughts and tongues to
Bright pattern of the christian life. 3 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labors of his life were love;
By his example let us move. 4 Oh, how benevolent and kind !
How mild-how ready to forgive!
I read my duty in thy word;
Drawn out in living characters.
Witness'd the fervor of thy prayer:
Thy conflict, and thy vict'ry too.
Such def'rence to thy Father's will,
L. M. Collyer.
His alter'd face resplendent shines ;
Lo, glory marks its gentle lines !
Upon their suffering Prince below;
They talk of fast approaching wo.
To Calvary ho turns his eyes ;
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.
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.