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HYMN 382. C.M.

The Incarnation. John i. 14. A WAKE, awake the sacred song A To our incarnate Lord; Let ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue

Adore th' eternal Word. 2 That awful Word, that sov'reign pow'r,

By whom the worlds were made ; (Oh, happy morn! illustrious hour !)

Was once in flesh array'd! 2 Then shone almighty pow'r and love,

In all their glorious forms; When Jesus left his throne above

To dwell with sinful worms.
4 To dwell with misery below,

The Saviour left the skies ;
And sunk to wretchedness and woe,

That worthless man miglit rise.
5 Adoring angels tund their songs,

To hail the joyful day ;
With rapture, then, let mortal tongues

Their grateful worship pay.
6 What glory, Lord, to thee is due !

With wonder we adore;
But could we sing as angels do,
Our highest praise were poor.

HYMN 383. Sevens.

The Resurrection. 1 Cor. xv. 56. CHRIST, the Lord, is ris'n to-day,

U Sons of men and angels say, Raise your joys and triumphs high, Sing, ye hear'ns, and earth reply.

2 Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won!
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o’er,
Lo! he sits in blood no more.
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ bath burst the gates of hell :
Deatlı in vain forbids his rise,
Christ hath open'd Paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious King,
“ Where, O death, is now thy sting :)
Once he dy'd our souls to save ;
“ Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave ?"
5 Soar we now where Christ has led,
Following our exalted head;
Made like him, like him we rise,
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
6 What tho’ once we perish'd all,
Partners of our parents' fall;
Second life let us receive,
In our heav'nly Adam live.
7 Hail the Lord of earth and heav'n !
Praise to thee by both be giv'n !
Thee we greet triumphant now,
Hail ! the Resurrection-thou.

HYMN 384. Eights.
Our God for ever and ever. Psalm xlviii.
THIS God is the God we adore,

1 Our faithful unchangeable friend ; Whose love is as large as his pow'r,

And neither kuoss measure nor end ; 'Tis Jesus the first and the last,

Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home, We'll praise him for all that is past,

And trust him for all that's to come.

HYMN 385. Sixes and Fours.

Worthy the Lamb.
AYLORY to God on high!
U Let earth and skies reply,

Praise ye his name ;
His love and grace adore,
Who all our sorrows bore :
Sing loud forevermore,

Worthy the Lamb.
2 Jesus our Lord and God,
Bore sin's tremendous load,

Praise ye his name;
Tell what his arm hath done,
What spoils from death he won :
Sing his great name alone,

Worthy the Lamb.
3 While they around the throne
Cheerfully join in one,

Praising his name;
Those who have felt his blood
Sealing their peace with God;
Sound his dear fame abroad,

Worthy the Lamb.
4 Join, all ye ransom'd race,
Our holy Lord to bless ;

Praise ve his name ;
In him we will rejoice,
And make a joyful noise,
Shouting with heart and voice,

Worthy the Lamb.
5 What tho' we change our place,
Yet we shall never cease

Praising his name :
To hin our songs we bring,
Hail him our gracious King,
And without ceasing sing,

Worthy the Lamb,

6 Then let the hosts above,
In realms of endless love,

Praise his dear name:
To him ascribed be
Honor and majesty,
Thro' all eternity;

Worthy the Lamb.
HYMN 386. Sevens, Sixes and Eights.
Backsliding and Returning"; or, the Backslider's

TESUS, let thy pitying eye
• Call back a wand'ring sheep ;
Praise to thee, like Peter, I

Would fain like Peter weep.
Let me be by grace restor'd,
On me be all its freeness shewn :
Turn and look upon me, Lord,

And break my heart of stone.
2 Saviour, prince, enthron'd above,

Repentance to impart,
Give me thro' thy dying love,

The humble, contrite heart.
Give, what I have long implor'd,
A portion of thy love unknown :
Turn and look upon me, Lord,

And break my heart of stone. 3 See me, Saviour, from above,

Nor suffer me to die ;
Life, and happiness, and love,

Smile in thy gracious eye.
Speak the reconciling word,
And let thy mercy melt me down :
Turn and look upon me, Lord,

And break my heart of stone. .

4 Pray, as when thy pitying eye

Was clos'd, that we might live ;
Gasping, at the point to die,

“Father,” thou saidst, “ forgive !"
Oh, how glorious was the word,
When thou, espiring, saidst, “ 'tis done !"
Oh, my loving, bleeding Lord!
This breaks my heart of stone.

HYMN 387. C. M.

The Infinite. COME, seraph, lend your heav'nly tongue, U Or harp of golden string, That I may raise a lofty song

To our Eternal King. 2 Thy names how infinite they be!

Great Everlasting One! Boundless thy might and majesty,

And unconfin'd thy throne. 3 Thy glories shine of wond'rous size,

And wond'rous large thy grace, Immortal day breaks from thine eyes,

And Gabriel veils his face. 4 Thive essence is a vast abyss,

Which angels cannot sound; i An ocean of infivities

Where all our thoughts are drown'd. 5 The myst'ries of creation lie,

Beneath enlighten'd minds; Thoughts can ascend above the sky,

And fly before the winds. 6 Reason may grasp the massy hills,

And stretch from pole to pole ; But half thy name our spirit fills,

And overloads our soul.

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