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7 In vain our haughty reason swells,
For nothing's found in Thee, But boundless inconceivables, And vast eternity.
HYMN 388. C. M.
The Nativity of Christ. " CHEPHERDS, rejoice, lift up your eyes,
D And send your fears away; News from the region of the skies,
Salvation's born to-day. 2 "Jesus, the 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 ;
And holds the King of kings.
And see his humble throne ; With tears of joy in all your eyes,
Go, shepherds, kiss the Son." 5 Thus Gabriel sang, and straight around,
The heav'nly armies throng;
And thus conclude the song :
Let peace surround the earth ; Mortals shall know their Maker's love,
At their Redeemer's birth.” 7 LORD! and shall angels have their songs,
And men no tunes to raises
When they forget to praise !
8 Glory to God that reigns above,
That pitied us forlorn,
1 Join every tuneful pow'r,
Let a peculiar joy
Attend the blest employ,
2 Angels and seraphs, say,
On that auspicious day When the great God incarnate was made known,
What new, what glorious strains
Spread o'er the ethereal plains,
3 Say, with what ardent love,
The shining hosts above Tun'd all their golden harps to noblest praise ;
When ev'ry sounding lyre
Through the celestial choir,
4. And shall not mortals join
This melody divine, And take their God and Saviour on their tongues,
His glories to display,
And hail his natal day,
5 Yes, let our shouts arise,
And reach the lofty skies,
Dwell on the joyful theme,
A Gov, born to redeem
6 To him, who from above,
In unexampled love, Thus stoop'd and join'd our nature to his own,
Eternal thanks be paid,
And praises crown his head,
7 Exalted there he reigns,
And o'er the heav'nly plains, Sheds in sweet beams, immortal glories round;
With him may we appear,
And join the triumph there, Where ceaseless songs of holy praise abound.
HYMN 390. Sapphic Ode.
The Day of Judgment. W HEN the fierce north-wind, with leis airy
forces Rears up the Baltic to a foaming fury; And the red lightning, with a storm of hail comes
Rushing amain down. 2 How the poor sailors stand amaz'd and tremble, While the hoarse thunder, like a bloody trumpet, Roars a loud onset in the gaping waters
Quick to devour them. 3 Such shall the noise be, and the wild disorder, (If things eternal may be like these earthly,) Such the dire terror, when the great archangel
Shakes the creation ; 4. Tears the strong pillars of the vault of heav'n, Breaks up old marble, the repose of princes; See the graves open, and the bones arising,
Flames all around 'em. 5 Hark, the shrill outcries of the guilty wretches! Lively, bright horror, and amazing anguish (lies Stare thro' their eye-lids, while the living worm
Gnawing within them. 6 Thoughts, like old vultures, prey upon their heart-strings,
(the And the smart twinges, when the eye beholds Lofty Judge frowning, and a flood of vengeance
Rolling before him. 7 Hopeless immortals! how they scream and shiver,
(ing While devils push them to the pit wide yawnHideous and gloomy to receive them headlong
Down to the centre. 8 Stop here, my fancy: (all away ye horrid, Doleful ideas,) come arise to JESUS, [him How he sits God-like, and the saints around
Thron’d, yet adoring. 9 Oh, may I sit there when he comes triumphant, Dooming the nations ! then ascend to glory, While our Hosannas, all along the passage
Shout the Redeemer.
Bewailing my own Inconstancy.
3 Would I enjoy my Lord alone,
HYMN 392. L. M.
Forsaken, yet Hoping. APPY the hours, the golden days, 1 When I could call my Jesus mine; And sit and view his smiling face, And melt in pleasures all divine. 2 Near to my heart, within my arms He lay, till sin defil'd my breast; Till broken vows and earthly charms, Tir'd and provok'd my heav'nly guest. 3 And now he's gone, (O mighty woe!) Gone from my soul, and hides his love