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And to eternity prolong

Thy vast, thy boundless praiso.
2 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim

The honors of my God;
My life, with all its active powers,

Shall spread thy praise abroad.
3 Not death itself shall stop my song,

Though death will close my eyes :
My thoughts shall then to nobler heights

And sweeter raptures rise.
4 There shall my lips in endless praise

Their grateful tribute pay:
The theme demands an angel's tongue,
And an eternal day.

L. M.
60. God acknowledged in national Blessings.
I GREAT God of nations! now to thee

Our hymn of gratitude we raise ;
With humble heart, and bending knee,

We offer thee our song of praise. 2 Thy name we bless, Almighty God!

For all the kindness thou hast shown
To this fair land the pilgrims trod,

This land we fondly call our own.
3 Here, Freedom spreads her banner wide,

And casts her soft and hallowed ray ;-
Here, thou our fathers' steps didst guide

In safety, through their dangerous way, 4 We praise thee, that the gospel's light,

Through all our land, its radiance sheds ;
Dispels the shades of error's night,

And heavenly blessings round us spreads. 5 Great God! preserve is in thy fear;

In dangers still our guardian be;
Oh! spread thy truth's bright precepts here,
Let all the people worship thee.

L. P. M. 61.

National Praise and Prayer.
I WITH grateful hearts, with joyful tongues,
To God we raise united songs;

His power and mercy we proclaim:

Through every age, Oh! may we own,
Jehovah here has fixed his throne,

And triumph in his mighty name.
2 Long as the moon her course shall run,
Or men behold the circling sun,

Lord ! in our land, support thy reign;
Crown her just counsels with success,
With truth and peace her borders bless,

And all thy sacred rights maintain.


C. M. 62.

Christ's Nativity.
I MORTALS! awake; with angels join,

And chaunt the solemn lay:
Joy, love, and gratitude, combine

To hail'th' auspicious day.
2 In heaven the rapt'rous song began,

And sweet seraphic fire
Through all the shining legions ran,

And strung and tuned the lyre. 3 Swift, through the vast expanse, it fiew,

And loud the echo rolled;
The theme, the song, the joy was new,

'T was more than heaven could hold. 4 Down through the portals of the sky

Th’impetuous torrent ran;
And angels flew, with eager joy,

To bear the news to man.
5 Hark! the cherubic armies shout,

And glory leads the song ;
Good-will and peace are heard throughout

Th’ harmonious heavenly throng. 6 With joy the chorus we repeat

Glory to God on high !"
Good-will and peace are now complete ;

Jesus is born to die.

8s and 78.
63. Christ, the Saviour, born.
I 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 Born, 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.

C. M. 64.

The Redeemer's Message.
I 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 poured,

Exerts his sacred fire;
Wisdom, and might, and zeal, and love,

His holy breast inspire.
3 He comes,--the pris'ners to release,

In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before him burst-

The iron letters yield.
4 He comes,--the broken heart to bind,

The bleeding soul to cure;.
And, with the treasures of his grace,

T'enrich the humble poor.
5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace!

Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring

With thy beloved name.

8. M. 65.

The Nativity of Christ. 1 BEHOLD the grace appear

The blessing promised long !
Angels announce the Saviour near,

In their triumphant song :2 “Glory to God on high,

And heavenly peace on earth;
Good-will to men-to angels joy,

At the Redeemer's birth. 3 In worship so divine

Let saints employ their tongues ;
With the celestial hosts we join,

And loud repeat their songs : 4“ Glory to God on high,

And heavenly peace on earth ;
Good will to men-to angels joy,

At our Redeemer's birth."

7s. 66.

Songs of the Angels. 1 HARK! the herald-angels sing,

· Glory to the new-born King;
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,

God and sinners reconciled."
2 Joyful, all ye nations ! rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With th' angelic host, proclaim,

" Christ is born in Bethlehem." 3 Mild he lays his glory by,

Born that man no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth;

Born to give them second birth. 4 Hail! the heaven-born Prince of peace!

Hail! the Sun of righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,

Risen with healing in his wings. 5 Let us then with angels sing,

“Glory to the new-born King;
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,-
God and sinners reconciled,"

H. M. 67.

Joy at Immanuel's Birth.
I HARK! hark !--the notes of joy

Roll o'er the heavenly plains,
And seraphs find employ

For their sublimest strains ;
Some new delight in heaven is known;

Loud sound the harps around the throne. 2 Hark! hark !-the sounds draw nigh,

The joyful hosts descend;
Jesus forsakes the sky,

To earth his footsteps bend;
He comes to bless our fallen race;

He comes with messages of grace. 3 Bear, bear the tidings round;

Let every mortal know
What love in God is found,

What pity he can show ;
Ye winds that blow ! ye waves that roll!

Bear the glad news from pole to pole. 4 Strike, strike the harps again,

To great Immanuel's name;
Arise, ye sons of men!

And all his grace proclaim;
Angels and men! wake every string,
'Tis God the Saviour's praise we sing.

88 and 7s. 68.

The Songs of Angels. I HARK! what mean those holy voices,

Sweetly sounding through the skies? Lo! th' angelic host rejoices

Heavenly hallelujahs rise. 2 Listen to the wondrous story

Which they chant in hymns of joy ; “ Glory in the highest, glory

Glory be to God most high! 3 “Peace on earth, good-will from heaven,

Reaching far as man is found;
Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven;

Loud our golden harps shall sound.

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