N OW, be the God of Israel bless'd, 2 Now he bedews king David's root 3 John was the prophet of the Lord, The herald which our Saviour God 4 "Behold the Lamb of God," he cries, "I saw the Spirit o'er his head, "On his baptizing day. 5 Be ev'ry vale exalted high, "Sink ev'ry mountain low: "The proud must stoop, and humble souls "Shall his salvation know. 6 "The heathen realms, with Israel's land, "Shall join in sweet accord; 7 "And all, that's born of man, shall see "The glory of the Lord. "Behold the Morning Star arise, "Ye that in darkness sit! "He marks the path that leads to peace, "And guides our doubtful feet." 1 'B' HYMN 143. S. M. The song of the Angels. EHOLD! the grace appears, Mary, the wondrous virgin, bears, 2 To bring the glorious news, 3 "Go, humble swains," said he, "The promis'd infant, born to-day, 4 I With looks and heart serene, And straight a flaming troop was seen; 5 "Glory to God on high! "And heav'nly peace on earth, "Good-will to men, to angels joy, "At the Redeemer's birth!" 6 In worship so divine Let saints employ their tongues: With the celestial hosts we join, And loud repeat their songs. 7 “ Glory to God on high, "And heav'nly peace on earth, "Good-will to men, to angels joy, "At our Redeemer's birth!" 1 HYMN 144. C. M. The song of Simeon-death to a believer desirable. LORD, in thy temple are appear, As happy Simeon came, And hope to meet our Saviour here; 3 "Now I can leave this world," he cried, "I've seen thy great salvation, Lord, "And close my peaceful eyes. 4 "This is the light prepar'd to shine "Upon the Gentile lands; "Thine Israel's glory, and their hope, "To break their slavish bands." 5 Jesus! the vision of thy face Hath overpow'ring charms! Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace, 6 When flesh shall fail, and heartstrings break, Sweet will the minutes roll; A mortal paleness on my cheek, HYMN 145. S. M. The song of Moses and the Lamb. Of Moses and the Lamb; Wake, ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue, 2 Sing of his dying love, Sing of his rising pow'r; Sing how he intercedes above, For those whose sins he bore. In Christ th' exalted King. 1 HYMN 146. L. M. The song of the Redeemed in heaven. EHOLD the saints, belov'd of God! Brighter than angels, lo, they shine, 2 Thro' tribulation great they came, They bore the cross, and scorn'd the shame; With God they dwell, on him they rest. 3 Hunger they ne'er shall feel again, Shout vict'ry now, and hail the Lamb, 7 To him who lov'd them to the end, 1 10 O what a grand, exalted song, When ev'ry tribe and ev'ry tongue, 11 My soul anticipates the day; Would stretch her wings and soar away, HYMN 147. P. M. urely I come quickly; Amen, even so, come Lord Jesus. L O! he comes, with clouds descending, Thousand thousand saints attending, |