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appear, JESUS, our Immanuel here.


Hark! the herald-angels sing,

Glory to the new-born King! Hail the heav'n born Prince of Peace! Hail the Sun of Righteousness ! Light and life to all He brings, Ris'n with healing in his wrings. 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.


Hark! the herald-angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King!

O WEEP not o'er thy children's tomb,

O Rachel, weep not so!
The bud is cropt by martyrdom,

The flower in heaven shall blow. Firstlings of faith! the murderer's knife

Fail'd of its deadly aim, The God for whom they gave their life,

Has given His own for them. Tho' evil were their days and few,

Baptiz'd in blood and pain, He knows them, whom they never knew,

And they shall live again.
Then weep not o'er thy children's tomb,

O Rachel, weep not so!
The bud is cropt by martyrdom,

The flower in heaven shall blow.

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PRAYER.J. Bowdler, Jun.
Father of Good, to whom belong
My morning vow, my evening song;
Again, with trembling joy, to Thee,
A wayward child, I bend my knee.
Myriads of angels guard Thy throne,
And I am little, I am one ;
Yet all Thy works Thine eyes survey :
Then hear and help me while I pray.
Thy gifts my days with gladness crown;
Sin, only sin, hath bowed me down.
LORD, touch my heart, and make me know
My Saviour's worth, my Saviour's woe!
Then shall my angry will be tame;
Then shall I learn and weep my shame ;
The weight of wrath in judgment due,
Shall feel, and feel Thy mercy too.
Yet not for pard’ning grace alone
I breathe a suppliant sinner's groan:
Pardon and love are both divine;
Then give me both, and make me Thine.
Thy pard’ning grace my fears shall quell;
But love shall pride and sin expel ;
While faith, in every danger nigh,
Gives strength, and peace, and liberty.
So, as I walk my earthly way,
Thy mercy, Lord, my steps shall stay;
Brighten with hope my saddest hours,
And strew the pilgrim path with flowers.
And so, while life and breath are mine,
Shall ev'ry power in concert join
To praise the God, to whom belong
My morning vow and evening song :

THE SYMPATHY OF CHRIST. When gathering clouds around I view 373 And days are dark, and friends are few,


On Him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienced every human pain;
He feels my grief, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do,
Still He who felt temptation's power
Will guard me in that dangerous hour. .
If wounded love my bosom swell,
Deceived by those I prized too well,
He shall His pitying aid bestow,
Who felt on earth severer woe;
At once betrayed, denied, or fled
By those who shared His daily bread.
When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend
Which covers all that was a friend,
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me for a little while,
Thou, SAVIOUR, mark'st the tears I shed,
For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead.
When vexing thoughts within me rise,
And sore dismayed my spirit dies;
Yet He, who once vouchsafed to bear
The sickening anguish of despair.
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.
And oh! when I have safely past
Through every conflict but the last,
Still, still, unchanging watch beside
My painful bed, for thou hast died
Then point to realms of endless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.


Dr. Carlisle.
LORD, when we creation scan,
What Thy power has done for man,
All our. conscious hearts agree,
How much men must owe to Thee.
Every note that cheers the vale,
Every sweet that scents the gale,
Every blooming flower we see,
Tells that joy we owe to Thee.
Every breath that heaves the breast,
Every sound by voice exprest,
Every thought the mind sets free,
Tells that Life we owe to Thee.
But when we redemption view,
Gaze on all Thy love could do;
LORD! our grateful hearts agree,
How much more we owe to Thee.
When we think what we had been,
Sunk in sorrow, lost in sin;
Saved from sin, from sorrow free,
More than joy we owe to Thee.
When we hear our Master say,
“ Death is vanquished, Come away,
Heaven is your's,” we all must see
More than life we owe to Thee.

GOD'S MERCIES.--Addison. WHEN all thy mercies, O my GOD,

My rising soul surveys; Transported with the view, I'm lost

In wonder, love, and praise.

O! how shall words with equal warmth

The gratitude declare,
That glows within my ravish'd heart?

But thou canst read it there,
Thy providence my life sustain'd,

Ånd all my wants redrest,
When in the silent womb I lay,

And hung upon the breast,
To all my weak complaints and cries,

Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt

To form themselves in prayer.
Unnumber'd comforts to my soul

Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant heart conceiv'd

From whom those comforts flow'd.
When in the slipp’ry paths of youth,

With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe,

And led me up to man.
Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,

It gently cleared my way,
And through the pleasing snares of vice,

More to be fear'd than they.
When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou

With health renew'd my face,
And when in sin and sorrow sunk,

Reviv'd my soul with grace.
Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss

Has mąde my cup run o'er,
And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubled all my store.

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts

My daily thanks employ,
Nor is the least a grateful heart,

That tastes those gifts with joy.

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