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5 Ye poor! who tremble at the word;
Distressed, and helpless too,
Oh! come and welcome to the Lord,
For he was born for you.
The Star of Bethlehem.
1 WHEN, marshalled on the nightly plain,
The glittering hosts bestud the sky;
One star alone, of all the train,
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.
2 Hark! hark!-to God the chorus breaks,
From every host, from every gem;
But one alone the Saviour speaks,-
It is the Star of Bethlehem.
3 Once on the raging seas I rode,
The storm was loud, the night was dark,→ The ocean yawned-and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark. 4 Deep horror then my vitals froze,
Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem;→→ When suddenly a star arose,—
It was the Star of Bethlehem.
5 It was my guide, my light, my all;
It bade my dark forebodings cease;
And through the storm, and danger's thrall,
It led me to the port of peace.
6 Now safely moored-my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,
For ever and for evermore,
The Stär-the Star of Bethlehem!
1 COME, happy souls! approach your God,
With new melodious songs;
Come, render to almighty grace
The tributes of your tongues.
2 So strange, so boundless was the love,
That pitied dying men,
The Father sent his equal Son
To give them life again.
3 Thy hands, dear Jesus! were not armed
With a revenging rod;
No hard commission to perform
The vengeance of a God.
4 But all was mercy, all was mild,
And wrath forsook the throne,
When Christ, on the kind errand, came,
And brought salvation down.
5 Here, sinners! you may heal your wounds,
And wipe your sorrows dry;
Trust in the mighty Saviour's name,
And you shall never die.
6 See, dearest Lord! our willing souls
Accept thine offered grace;
We bless the great Redeemer's love,
And give the Father praise.
Christ's Compassion to the Weak.
1 WITH joy we meditate the grace
Of our High-Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels melt with love.
2 Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For he has felt the same.
3 But spotless, innocent, and pure,
The great Redeemer stood;
While Satan's fiery darts he bore,
And did resist to blood.
4 He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Poured out his cries and tears;
And, in his measure, feels afresh
What every member bears.
5 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his power;
We shall obtain delivering grace,
In the distressing hour.
God glorified in the Gospel.
1 THE Lord, descending from above,
Invites his children near;
While power, and truth, and boundless love,
Display their glories here.
2 Here, in thy gospel's wondrous frame,
Fresh wisdom we pursue;
A thousand angels learn thy name,
Beyond whate'er they knew.
3 Thy name is writ in fairest lines,-
Thy wonders here we trace;
Wisdom through all the mystery shines,➡
And shines in Jesus' face.
4 The law its best obedience owes
To our incarnate God;
And thy revenging justice shows
Its honors in his blood.
5 But still the lustre of thy grace
Our warmer thoughts employs,
Gilds the whole scene with brighter rays,
And more exalts our joys.
81. Peace and Hope through Christ's Intercession.
1 HE lives-the great Redeemer lives!
What joy the blest assurance gives!
And now, before his Father-God,
Pleads the full merits of his blood.
2 Repeated crimes awake our fears,
And justice, armed with frowns, appears;
But, in the Saviour's lovely face,
Sweet mercy smiles-and all is peace.
3 In every dark, distressful hour,
When sin and Satan join their power,
Let this dear hope repel the dart-
That Jesus bears us on his heart.
4 Great Advocate, almighty Friend!
On thee our humble hopes depend:
Our cause can never, never fail,
For Jesus pleads, and must prevail.
Praise to the Saviour.
1 OH! for a thousand tongues to sing My dear Redeemer's praise!
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace!
2 My gracious Master and my God!
Assist me to proclaim,-
To spread, through all the earth abroad,
The honors of thy name.
3 Jesus the name that calms my fears,
That bids my sorrows cease;
'Tis music to my ravished ears;
'Tis life, and health, and peace.
4 He breaks the power of reigning sin,
He sets the pris'ner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean;
His blood availed for me.
5 Let us obey, we then shall know,
Shall feel our sins forgiven;
Anticipate our heaven below,
And own, that love is heaven.
1 WHAT are those soul-reviving strains
That echo thus from Salem's plains?
What anthems loud, and louder still,
Sweetly resound from Zion's hill?
2 Lo! 't is an infant chorus sings
Hosanna to the King of kings:
The Saviour comes, and babes proclaim
Salvation, sent in Jesus' name.
3 Nor these alone their voice shall raise,
For we will join this song of praise:
Still Israel's children forward press
To hail the Lord, their righteousness.
4 Proclaim hosannas loud and clear:
See David's son and Lord appear!
Glory and praise on earth be given,→
Hosanna in the highest heaven.
1 JESUS! I love thy charming name, 'Tis music to mine ear;
Fain would I sound it out so loud,
That earth and heaven should hear.
2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul,
My joy, my hope, my trust;
Jewels, to thee, are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.
3 All my capacious powers can wish,
In thee most richly meet;
Nor to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.
4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there;-
The healing balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.
5 I'll speak the honours of thy name,
With my last lab'ring breath;
Then, speechless, clasp thee in mine arms —
The antidote of death.
God reconciled in Christ.
1 DEAREST of all the names above,
My Jesus and my God!
Who can resist thy heavenly love,
Or trifle with thy blood?
2 'Tis by the merits of thy death,
The Father smiles again;
"T is by thine interceding breath,
The Spirit dwells with men.
3 Till God in human flesh I see,
My thoughts no comfort find;
The holy, just, and sacred Three,
Are terrors to my mind.
4 But, if Immanuel's face appear,
My hope, my joy begins;
His name forbids my slavish fear,
His grace removes my sins.
5 While Jews on their own law rely
And Greeks of wisdom boast ;-
I love th' incarnate mystery,
And there I fix my trust.