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With joy I saw the mansion where

The sons of men should dwell. 7 My busy thoughts at first

On their falvation ran;
Ere fin appear’d, or Adam's dust

Was fashion'd to a mian.
8 Then come, receive my grace,

Ye children, and be wife;
Happy the man that keeps my ways ;
The man that shuns them, dies.

WATTS.

'SH

Hymn CCXXIII. Common Metre. [*]

The Nativity of Christ.
HEPHERDS, rejoice, lift up your eyes,

And send your fears away;
News from the region of the skies,

Salvation's born to day. 2 “The Son of 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 itands,

And holds the King of kings.
4. “Go, shepherds, where the intant lies,

And see his humble throu; With tears of joy in all your eyes,

Go, shepherds, kiss the Son." 5 Thus Gabriel fang, and straight around

The heavenly armies throng;

They tune their harps to lofty found,

And thus conclude the fong : 6 “Glory to God, who reigns above,

Let peace surround the earth; Mortals shall know their Maker's love,

At their Redeemer's birth.”
7 Lord, shall the angels have their songs,

And men no tunes to raise ?
O may we lose these useless tongues,

When they forget to praise.
8 Glory to God, who reigns above,

Who pitied us forlorn ;
We join to sing our Maker's love,
For there's a Saviour born.

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Hymn CCXXIV. Long Metre. [b] Faith in God in a Time of Difrefs. Habakkuk iii. 17, 1&

HOULD famine o'er the mourning field

Extend her defolating reign ;
Nor spring her blooming beauties yield,

Nor autumn (well the ripening grain :
2 Should lowing herds and bleating sheep

Around their famith'd master dic ;
And hope itself expiring weep,

Whilft life deplores its last supply: 3 Amidst the dark the deathful scene,

If I can say the Lord is mine,
The joy shall triumph o'er the pain,

And giory dawn, though life decline 4 The God of my falvation lives,

My nobler life he will futain;

His word immortal vigour gives,

Nor shall my hope or trust be vain.
$ Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart;
Though every earthly comfort die ;
Thy love can bid my pain depart,

And raise my facred pleasures high.
O O let me hear thy blissful voice,
Inspiring life and joys divine,
The barren desart shall rejoice ;
Tis paradise if thou be mine.

Mrs. STZELE.

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Hymn ccxxv.

Cominon Metre. [*]
Christ the supreme Beauty. Ifaiah xxxiii. 17.
HOULD nature's charms to please the eye

In sweet assemblage join
All nature's charms would droop and die,

Jesus, compar'd with thine.
2 Vain were her faireft beams display'd,

And vain her blooming store ; Her brightness languishes to shade;

Her beauty is no more. 3 But ah, how far from mortal sight

The Lord of glory dwells ! A veil of interpofing night

His radiant face conceals. 4 O could my longing spirit rise

On strong immortal wing;
And reach thy palace in the skies,

My Saviour and my King !
Ś There thousands worship at thy feet
And there, (divine employ!)

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The triumphs of thy love repeat

In songs of endless joy.
6 Thy presence beams eternal day

O'er all the blissful place ;
Who would not drop this load of clay,
And die to see thy face?

Mrs. STEELE.

Hymn CCXXVI. Long Metre. [X]

Faith in God's Names.
ING to the Lord, who loud proclaims

S'His various and his faving names ;

() may they not be heard alone,

But by our sure experience known. 2. The great Jehovah be ador’d,

The eternal, all-sufficient Lord;
He through the world most high confessid,

By whom 'twas form’d, and is possess’d. 3 Awake, our noblest powers, to bless

The God of Abr'ham, God of peace ;
Now by a dearer title known,

Father and God of Christ his Son.
4. Through every age, his gracious ear

Is open to his fervants' prayer ;
Nor can one humble foul complain

That he hath sought his God in vain. 5 What unbelieving heart shall dare

In whispers to suggest a fear?
While (till he owns his ancient name,

The same his power, his love the same. 6 To thee our fouls in faith arise,

To thee we lift expecting eyes ;

And boldly through the defart tread,
For God will guard where God shall lead.

DODDRIDGE.

uyinn CCXXVII. Com, Metre. [xor b]

The Brazen Serpent. SI

O did the Hebrew prophet raise

The brazen serpent high ';
The wounded felt immediate ease ;

The sick forbore to die.
2 “Look upward in th' expiring hour,

And live," the prophet cries ; But Christ performs a nobler cure, When faith lifts

up

her eyes. 3 High on the cross the Saviour hung;

High in the heavens he reigns ; Here finners, by the serpent stung,

Look and forget their pains.
4 When God's own Son is lifted up,

A dying world revives ;
The Jew beholds the bleffed hope ;
Th' expiring Gentile lives.

WATTS.

Byinn CCXXVIII. Long Metre. [b]

On the Death of a Child.
O fades the lovely blooming flower,

Frail, smiling folace of an hour !
So foon our transient comforts fly,

And pleasure only blooms to die! 3 To certain trouble we are born,

Hope to rejoice, but sure to mourn ;

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