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1. Hark, the glad sound I the Saviour comes ! The Sa - viour promised long! Let

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218. C. M.
2. On Him the Spirit, largely poured,

Exerts its sacred fire;
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,

His holy breast inspire.
3. He comes, the prisoner to release,

In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before Him burst,

The iron fetters yield.
4. He comes, from thickest films of vice

To clear the mental ray,
And on the eyeballs of the blind

To pour celestial day.
5. He comes, the broken heart to bind,

The bleeding soul to cure,
And with the treasures of His grace

To enrich the humble poor.
6. Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,

The welcome shall proclaim,
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With Thy beloved name.


And greet, from all their holy heights,

The day-spring from on high. 4. O'er the blue depths of Galilee

There comes a holier calm,
And Sharoni waves, in solemn praise,

Her silent groves of palm.
5. “Glory to God !” the sounding skies

Loud with their anthems ring"Peace to the earth, good-will to men,

From heaven's eternal King !" 6. Light on thy hills, Jerusalem!

The Saviour now is born!
And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains

Breaks the first Christmas morn.


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1. Call on the listening car of night

Come heaven's melodious strains,
Where wild Judea stretches far

Her silver-mantled plains.
2. Celestial choirs, from courts above,

Shed sacred glories there,
And angels, with their sparkling lyres,

Make music on the air.
3. The answering hills of Palestine

Send back the glad reply ;

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1. Messian! at Thy glad approach

The howling winds are still;
Thy praises fill the lonely waste,

And breathe from every hill.
2. The incense of the spring ascends

Upon the morning gale;
Red o'er the hill the roses bloom,

The lilies in the vale.
3. Renew'd, the earth a robe of light,

A robe of beauty wears;
And in new heav'ns a brighter Sun

Leads on the promis'd years. 4. Let Israel to the Prince of Peace

The loud hosanna sing;
With hallelujahs, and with hymns,

O Zion, hail thy King. LOGAN

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2. While passing a garden I paused to hear,

A voice faint and plaintive, from One that was 1. See, daylight is farling, o'er earth and o'er ocean, there ;

The sun has gone down on the far-distant sea ; The voice of the sufferer affected my heart, Oh, now in the hush of the fitful commotion While pleading in anguish the poor sinner's part. We lift our tired spirits, blest Saviour, to Thec.

3. So deep were flis sorrows, so fervent llis prayers, 2. Full oft wast thou found afar on the mountain,

That down o'er His bosom rolled sweat, blood, and Aseventide spread her dark wing o'er the wave :

tears! Thou Son of thellighest, and life's endless fountain, I wept to bchold Ilim!--I asked Him His name, Be with us, we pray Thee, lo bless and to save.

lle answered, “ 'Tis Jesus! froin heaven I came !" 3. And oft as the tumult of life's heaving billow Shall toss our frail bark, driving wild o'er night's

4. How sweet was that moment He bade me rejoice! deep,

His smile, O how pleasant! How pleasant llis

voice! Let Thy healing wing be stretched over our pillow, And buard us froin evil, though Death watch our

I New from the garden to spread it abroad! sleep.

I shouted Salvation ! and Glory to God! 4. To God our great Father, whose throne is in heaven 5. I'm now on my journey to mansions above ;

Who dwells with the lowly and humbie in heart, My soul's full of glory, of light, grace, and love! To the Son and the Spirit all glory be given : I think of the garden, ihe prayers, and the tears, One God, ever blessed and praised, Thou art. Of that loving Stranger, u ho banished my scars!


6. The day of bright glory is rolling around, 221. 2s.

When Gabriel descending, the trumpet shall sound;

My soul then in raplures of glory shall rise 1. When through the torn sail the wild tempest is To gaze on the Stranger with unclouded eyes.

streaming, When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming,

226. Ils. Nor hope lends a ray the poor sailors to cherish, They fly to their Muster, Save, Lord, or we per- 1. Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams,

Our Saviour, at midnight, when moonlight's pale

beams 2.0 Jesus, once racked on the breast of the billow, Aroused by the shriek of despair from Thy pillow,

Shone bright on thy waters, would frequently stray, Now seated in glory, the poor sinner cherish,

And lose, in ihy murmurs, the toils of the day. Who cries in his anguish, Save, Lord, or we per. 2. How damp were the vapors that fell on His head ish."

How hard was His pillow, how humble Uhis bed! 3. And, O when the whirlwind of passion is raging,

The angels, astonished, grew sad at the sight, Wnen sin in our hearts its wild warfare is wiging,

And followed their Master with solemn delight. Then send down Thy grace, thy redeemed to cher- 3. O garden of Olivet, thou dear honored spot, ish.

The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be forgot; Rebake the destroyer ; "Save, Lord, or we perish." The theme most transporting to seraphs above ;

The triumph of sorrow,-the triumph of love! 225. Ils.

4. Come, saints, and adore llim ; come, bow at Ilas

fect: 1. WHILE niture was sinking in stillness to rest. 0, give him the glory, the praise that is meet ;

The lyst bean of daylight shone dim in the west, Let joyful hosannahs unceasing arise,
O’er fields by pale moonlight or stars'treinbling ray, And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies.
In deep meditation, I wandered away.



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4. "O Zion, list thy raptured eye; 2. The weary bird hath left the air,

The long-expected hour is nigh;
And sunk into his sheltered nest;

The joys of nature rise again;

The Prince of Salem comes to reign.
The wandering beast has sought his lair,
And laid him down his welcome rest.

5. “See, Mercy, from her golden urn,

Pours a rich stream to them that mourn; 3. Still near the lake, with weary tread, Lingers a form of human kind;

Behold, she binds, with tender care,
And on His lone, unsheltered head,

The bleeding bosom of despair.
Flows the chill night-damp of the wind.

6. He comes to cheer the trembling heart;

Bids Satan and his liost depart; 4. Why seeks Ho not a home of rest ? Why seeks IIe not a pillowed bed ?

Again the day-star gilds the gloom, Beasts have their dens, the bird its nest;

Again the bowers of Eden bloom." He hath not where to lay His head. 5. Such was the lot He freely chose,

229. L. M. To bless, to save the human race; And through His poverty there flows

1. IIow sweetly flowed the gospel sound A full stream of heavenly grace.

From lips of gentleness and grace,

When listening thousands gathered round,

And joy and gladness filled the place! 228. L. M.

2. From heaven He came, of heaven IIe spoke, 1. WHEN Jordan hushed his waters still,

To heaven He led his followers' way;

(night, And silence slept on Zion's hill,

Dark clouds of gloomy night He broke, When Bethlehem's shepherds, through the

Unveiling an immortal day. Watched o'er their flocks by, starry light, - 3. "Come, wanderers, to my Father's home; 2. Hark! from the midnight hills around,

Come, all ye weary ones, and rest :' A voice of more than mortal sound,

Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come, In distant hallelujahs stole,

Obey Thee, love Thee, and be blest. Wild murmuring o'er the raptured soul.

4. Decay, then, tenements of dust; 3. On wheels of light, on wings of flame,

Pillars of earthly pride, decay: The glorious hosts of Zion came;

A nobler mansion waits the just, High heaven with songs of triumph rung, And Jesus has prepared the way. While thus they struck their harps and sung:


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1. How beauteous were the marks divine, That in Thy meekness used to shine ; That

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3. Lord, bring these precious moments back,

When, fainting, against sin we strain; Or in Thy counsels fail to track

Aught but the present grief and pain. 4. In weakness, help us to contend;

In darkness, yield to God our will;
And true hearts, faithful to the end,

Cheer by Thine holy angels still!

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2. O, who like Thee—so calm, so bright,

So pure, so made to live in light?
0, who like Thee did ever go

So patient through a world of woe? 3. 0. who like Thee so humbly bore

The scorn, the scoffs of men, before ?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,

So glorious in humility?
4. The bending angels stooped to see

The lisping infant clasp Thy knee,
And smile, as in a father's eye,

Upon Thy mild divinity. 5. And death, which sets the prisoner free,

Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to Thee;
Yet love through all Thy torture glowed,

And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed. 6. O, in Thy light be mine to go,

Illuming all my way of woe;
And give me ever on the road
To traco Thy footsteps, Son of God!

232. L. M. 1. HAVE We no tears to shed for Him,

While soldiers scoff, and Jews deride? Ah! look, how patiently He hangs

Jesus, our love, is crucified !


231. L.M. 1. Lord! in Thy garden agony,

No light seemed on Thy soul to break, No form of seraph lingered nigh,

Nor yet the voice of comfort spake, 2. Till, by Thine own triumphant word,

The victory over ill was won;
Till the sweet, mournful cry was heard,

" Thy will, O God, not mine, be done!"

2. What was Thy crime, my dearest Lord ?

By earth, by heaven, Thou hast been tried, And guilty found of too much love;

Jesus, our Love, is crucified ! 3. Found guilty of excess of love,

It was Thine own sweet will that tied
Thee tighter far than helpless nails;

Jesus, our Love, is crucified !
4. O break, O break, hard heart of mine!

Thy weak self-love and guilty pride
His Pilate and his Judas were;

Jesus, our Love, is crucified!
5. A broken heart, a fount of tears-

Ask, and they will not be denied;
A broken heart love's cradle is;
Jesus, our Love, is crucified !


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