4 Then, to thy courts when I repair,
My soul shall rise on joyful wing,
The wonders of thy love declare,
And join the strains which angels sing.
HYMN 38. III. 1.

TO thy temple I repair;

LORD, I love to worship there;
While thy glorious praise is sung,
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue.
2 While the prayers of saints ascend,
GoD of love, to mine attend;
Hear me, for thy Spirit pleads;
Hear, for JESUS intercedes.

3 While I hearken to thy law,
Fill my soul with humble awe,
Till thy Gospel bring to me
Life and immortality.

4 While thy ministers proclaim
Peace and pardon in thy Name,
Through their voice, by faith, may 1
Hear thee speaking from on high.

5 From thy house when I return,
May my heart within me burn;
And at evening let me say,

"I have walked with GoD to-day."

ALMIGHTY Father! bless the word,

Which, through thy grace, we now have heard;

O may the precious seed take root,

Spring up, and bear abundant fruit!

2 We praise thee for the means of grace,
Thus in thy courts to seek thy face:
Grant, LORD, that we who worship here
May all, at length, in heav'n appear.

HYMN 40. III. 5.

LORD, dismiss us with thy blessing,

Fill our hearts with joy and peace;
Let us each, thy love possessing,
Triumph in redeeming grace;
O refresh us,

Travelling through this wilderness!
2 Thanks we give, and adoration,
For the Gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruits of thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound:
May thy presence

With us evermore be found!

ADVENT.

HYMN 41. C. M.

HARK, the glad sound, the Saviour comes,

The Saviour promised 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, the prisoners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;

The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

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

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

5 He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,

And with the treasures of his grace,
T'enrich the humble poor.

6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heav'n's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.

HYMN 42. III. 3.

HAIL, thou long-expected JESUS,
Born to set thy people free!
From our sins and fears release us,
Let us find our rest in thee.
2 Israel's strength and consolation,
Hope of all the saints, thou art;
Long desired of every nation,
Joy of every waiting heart.

3 Barn thy people to deliver,

Born a child, yet GoD our King,
Born to reign in us for ever,
Now thy gracious kingdom bring.

4 By thine own eternal Spirit,
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By thine all-sufficient merit,
Raise us to thy glorious throne.

CHRISTMAS.

HYMN 43. C.M.

Luke ii. 8-15.

WHILE shepherds watch'd their flocks by night,

seated on the ground,

The angel of the LORD came down,

And glory shone around,

2 "Fear not," said he, for mighty dread
Had seized their troubled mind;
"Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you, and all mankind.

3 "To you, in David's town, this day
Is born, of David's line,"

The Saviour, who is CHRIST the LORD,
And this shall be the sign:

4 "The heav'nly babe you there shall find,
To human view display'd,

All meanly wrapt in swathing bands,
And in a manger laid."

5 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith
Appear'd a shining throng

Of angels, praising Gop, who thus
Address'd their joyful song:

6 "All glory be to Gop on high,
And to the earth be peace;

Good-will, henceforth, from heaven to men,
Begin and never cease."

HYMN 44. C. M.

WHILE angels thus, O LORD, rejoice,

Shall men no anthem raise?
O may we lose these useless_tongues,
When we forget to praise!

2 Then let us swell responsive notes,
And join the heav'nly throng;
For angels no such love have known
As we, to wake their song.

3 Good-will to sinful dust is shown,
And peace on earth is given;

For lo! th' incarnate Saviour comes,
With news of joy from heaven!

4 Mercy and truth, with sweet accord,
His rising beams adorn;

Let heaven and earth in concert sing,
The promised child is born!

5 Glory to GoD, in highest strains,
By highest worlds is paid;
Be glory, then, by us proclaim'd,
And by our lives display'd;

6 Till we attain those blissful realms,
Where now our Saviour reigns;
To rival these celestial choirs
In their immortal strains!

2 Joyful all ye nations rise,
Jom the triumphs of the skies;
With th' angelic host, proclaim,
CHRIST is born in Bethlehem!

3 CHRIST, by highest heaven adored,
CHRIST, the everlasting LORD,
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the virgin's womb!
4 Veil'd in flesh, the Godhead see!
Hail th' incarnate Deity,

Pleased, as man, with man to dwell;
JESUS, now EMANUEL!

5 Risen with healing in his wings,
Light and life to all he brings;
Hail the Sun of righteousness;
Hail the heaven-born Prince of peace.

HYMN 46.

Chorus. SHOUT the glad tidings, exultingly sing;
Jerusalem triumphs, MESSIAH is King!

Chorus.

1 Sion, the marvellous story be telling,

The Son of the Highest, how lowly his birth! The brightest archangel in glory excelling,

He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns upon earth. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing; Jerusalem triumphs, MESSIAH is King!

2 Tell how he cometh from nation to nation,

The heart-cheering news let the earth echó round; How free to the faithful he offers salvation,

How his people with joy everlasting are crown'd.
Chorus. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing;
Jerusalem triumphs, MESSIAH is King!

3 Mortals your homage be gratefully bringing,
And sweet let the gladsome hosanna arise;
Ye angels! the full hallelujah be singing;

One chorus resound thro' the earth and the skies:

Chorus. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing,
Jerusalem triumphs, MESSIAH is King!

THE

HYMN 47. C.M.

Isaiah ix. 2-7.

HE race that long in darkness pined,
Have seen a glorious light;

The people now behold the dawn,
who dwelt in death and night.

2 To hail thy rising Sun of life,
The gath'ring nations come;
Joyous as when the reapers bear
Their harvest treasures home.

3 For thou our burden hast removed;
Th' oppressor's reign is broke;
Thy fiery conflict with the foe,
Has burst his cruel yoke.

4 To us the promised Child is born;
To us the Son is giv'n;

Him shall the tribes of earth obey,
And all the hosts of heav'n.

5 His name shall be the Prince of peace
For evermore adored;

The Wonderful, the Counsellor,
The mighty GoD, and LORD.

6 His power increasing still shall spread,
His reign no end shall know;
Justice shall guard his throne above,
And peace abound below.

END OF THE YEAR.

HYMN 48. C. M.

TIME hastens on; ye longing saints,
Now raise your voices high;
And magnify that sovereign love
Which shows salvation nigh.
2 As time departs salvation comes,
Each moment brings it near:
Then welcome each declining day,
Welcome each closing year.

3 Not many years their course shall run,
Not many mornings rise,
Ere all its glories stand reveal'd
To our transported eyes.

HYMN 49. C. M.

St. Luke xiii. 6-9.

SEE, in the vineyard of the LORD,
A barren fig-tree stands;
No fruit it yields, no blossom bears,
Though planted by his hands.

2 From year to year the tree he views,
And still no fruit is found;

Then "cut it down," the LORD commands, "Why cumbers it the ground?"

3 But lo! the gracious Saviour pleads; "The barren fig-tree spare, Another year in mercy wait,

It yet may bloom and bear:

4 "But if my culture prove in vain,
And still no fruit be found,

I plead no more; destroy the tree,
And root it from thy ground."