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5 Ye poor! who tremble at the word;

Distressed, and helpless too,
Oh! come and welcome to the Lord,
For he was born for you.

L: M.
77. The Star of Bethlehem.
1 WHEN, Märshalled on the nightly plaid,

The glittering hosts bestud the sky;
One star alone, of all the train,

Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.
2 Hark! hark!-to God the chorus breaks,

From every host, from every gein;
But one alone the Saviour speaks,

It is the Star of Bethlehem.
3 Once on the taging seas I rode,

The storm was loud, the night was dark, The ocean yawned-and rudely blowed

The wind that tossed thy foundering bark. 4 Deep horror then my vitals froze,

Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose

It was the Star of Bethlehem.
5 It was my guide, my light; my all;

It bade my dark forebodings cease;
And through the storm, and danger's thrall,

It led me to the port of peace.
6 Now safely moored-my perils o'er,

I'll sing, first in night's diadem,
For ever and for evermore,

The Stär-the Star of Bethlehem !

C. M. 78. Christ's Commission. I COME, happy souls! approach your God,

With new melodious songs;
Come, render to almighty grace

The tributes of your tongues.
2 So strange, so boundless was the love,

That pitied dying men,
The Father sent his equal Son

To give them life again.

3 Thy hands, dear Jesus! were not armed

With a revenging rod;
No hard commission to perform

The vengeance of a God.
4 But all was mercy, all was mild,

And wrath forsook the throne,
When Christ, on the kind errand, came,

And brought salvation down. 5 Here, sinners! you may heal your wounds,

And wipe your sorrows dry ;
Trust in the mighty Saviour's name,

And you shall never die.
6 See, dearest Lord! our willing souls

Accept thine offered grace;
We bless the great Redeemer's love,
And give the Father praise.

C. M. 79.

Christ's Compassion to the Weak.
I WITH joy we meditate the grace

Of our High-Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness,

His bowels melt with love.
2 Touched with a sympathy within,

He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,

For he has felt the same.
3 But spotless, innocent, and pure,

The great Redeemer stood;
While Satan's fiery darts he bore,

And did resist to blood.
4 He, in the days of feeble flesh,

Poured out his cries and tears ;
And, in his measure, feels afresh

What every member bears.
5 Then let our humble faith address

His mercy and his power;
We shall obtain delivering grace,
In the distressing hour.

C. M. 80.

God glorified in the Gospel. 1 THE Lord, descending from above,

Invites his children near ;

While power, and truth, and boundless love,

Display their glories here.
2 Here, in thy gospel's wondrous frame,

Fresh wisdom we pursue;
A thousand angels learn thy name,

Beyond whate'er they knew.
3 Thy name is writ in fairest lines,

Thy wonders here we trace ;
Wisdom through all the mystery shines;

And shines in Jesus' face.
4 The law its best obedience owes

To our incarnate God;
And thy revenging justice shows
Its honors in his

blood.
5 But still the lustre of thy grace

Our warmer thoughts employs,
Gilds the whole scene with brighter rays;
And more exalts our joys.

L. M. 81. Peace and Hope through Christ's Intercession 1 HE lives—the great Redeemer lives! What joy the blest assurance gives! And now, before his Father-God,

Pleads the full merits of his blood.
2 Repeated crimes awake our fears,

And justice, armed with frowns, appears;
But, in the Saviour's lovely face,

Sweet mercy smiles and all is peace.
3 In every dark, distressful hour,

When sin and Satan join their power,
Let this dear hope repel the dart-

That Jesus bears us on his heart.
4 Great Advocate, almighty Friend!

On thee our humble hopes depend :
Our cause can never, never fail,
For Jesus pleads, and must prevail.

C. M.
82. Praise to the Saviour.
1 OH! for a thousand tongues to sing

My dear Redeemer's praise !

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The glories of my God and Kings

The triumphs of his grace!
2 My gracious Master and my God!

Assist me to proclaim,-
To spread, through all the earth abroad,

The honors of thy name.
3 Jesus—the name that calms my fears,

That bids my sorrows cease ;
'Tis music to my ravished ears;

'T is life, and health, and peace.
4 He breaks the power of reigning sin,

He sets the pris'ner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean;

His blood availed for me.
5 Let us obey, we then shall know,

Shall feel our sins forgiven;
Anticipate our heaven below,
And own, that love is heaven.

L. M. 83.

Hosannas to Christ.
I WHAT are those soul-reviving strains

That echo thus from Salem's plains ?
What anthems loud, and louder still,

Sweetly resound from Zion's hill 3 2 Lo! 't is an infant chorus sings

Hosanna to the King of kings:
The Saviour comes, and babes proclaira

Salvation, sent in Jesus' name.
3 Nor these alone their voice shall raise,

For we will join this song of praise :
Still Israel's children forward press

To hail the Lord, their righteousness. 4 Proclaim hosannas loud and clear:

See David's son and Lord appear !
Glory and praise on earth be given,
Hosanna in the highest heaven.

C. M. 84.

Jesus, my Trust.
I JESUS! I love thy charming name,

'Tis music to mine ear;

Fain would I sound it out so loud,

That earth and heaven should hear. 2 Yes,-thou art precious to my soul,

My joy, my hope, iny trust;
Jewels, to thee, are gaudy toys,

And gold is sordid dust.
3 All my capacious powers 'can wish,

In thee most richly meet;
Nor to mine eyes is light so dear,

Nor friendship half so sweet.
4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,

And sheds its fragrance there ;-
The healing balm of all its wounds,

The cordial of its care.
5 I'll speak the honours of thy name,

With my last lab'ring breath;
Then, speechless, clasp thee in mine arms -

The antidote of death.

C. M. 85.

God reconciled in Christ. 1 DEAREST of all the names above,

My Jesus and my God!
Who can resist thy heavenly love,

Or trifle with thy blood ?
2 'Tis by the merits of thy death,

The Father smiles again;
'T is by thine interceding breath,

The Spirit dwells with men. 3 Till God in human flesh I see,

My thoughts no comfort find;
The holy, just, and sacred Three,

Are terrors to my mind.
4 But, if Immanuel's face appear,

My hope, my joy begins;
His name forbids my slavish fear,

His grace removes my sins.
5 While Jews on their own law rely

And Greeks of wisdom boast;
I love th' incarnate mystery,

And there I fix my trust.

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