The incenfe, and the bleeding lamb,
The ark, the altar, and the priest.
Predictions in abundance meet,
To join their bleflings on his head;
Jefus, we worship at thy feet,

And nations own the promis'd feed.

HYMN LXVII. P. M. JOHN MURRAY.]

WH

The Incarnation of Fefus.

HEN God would prove his love,
To all the ruin'd race,

Defcending from above,

As full of truth and grace;
He join'd our nature to his own,
And fav'd us in himself alone.
2 The work he well perform'd
In love, he came to do,

The pow'rs of hell he storm'd,
And drove th' infernal crew;
O'er death itself victorious rofe
Triumphant over all our foes.
3 Hail, dear almighty King!
We praife thee for thy grace;
Thy victories we fing,

Thou Prince of life and peace;
To thee, eternal praife is due,

Who by thyfelf mad'ft all things new.

HYMN LXVIII. C. M. [MEDLEY.]
The World made Flesh.

MORTALS awake, with Angels join,
And chaunt the folemn lay;

Joy, love and gratitude combine
To hail th' aufpicious day.

2 In heav'n the rapt'rous fong began,
And fweet feraphic fire

3

Thro' all the fhining legions ran,
And trung and tun'd the lyre.

Hark! the cherubic armies shout,

And glory leads the song :

Good will and peace are heard throughout
Th' harmonious heav'nly throng.

4 O for a glance of beav'nly love,
Our hearts and songs to raise ;
Sweetly to bear our fou's above,
And mingle with their lays.

5 With joy the chorus we'll repeat,
Glory to God on high;

Good will and peace are now complete,
Jefus was born to die.

6 Hail, Prince of life, forever hail!

Redeemer, brother, friend!

Tho' earth and time, and life should fail,
Thy praife fhall never end.

HYMN LXIX. C. M. [STEELE.]
Chrift found in fashion as a Mar.
AWAKE, awake the facred fong

To our incarnate Lord;

Let ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue
A dore th' eternal word.

2 That awful word, that fov'reign pow'r,
By whom the worlds were made;

(O happy morn! illuftrious hour!)
Was once in flesh array'd!

3 Then fhone almighty pow'r and love,
In all their glorious forms:

When Jefus left the throne above
To dwell with finful worms.

4 To dwell with mifery below,
The Saviour left the fkies;

And funk to wretchednefs and woe,
That worthless man might rife.

5 Adoring angels tun'd their fongs
To hail the joyful day;

With rapture then let mortal tongues
Their grateful worship pay.

6 What glory, Lord, to thee is due !
With wonder we adore;

But could we fing as angels do,

Our highest praise were poor.

HYMN LXX. P. M.

[WHITEFIELD'S COLL.]

A Saviour, who is Chrift the Lord.

HARK! the herald angels fing

Glory to the new-born King!

Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and finners reconcil'd.

2 Joyful all ye nations rife,

Join the triumphs of the fkies!
Nature rife and worship him,
Who is born at Bethlehem.

3 Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteoufnefs!

Light and life around he brings, Ris'n with healing in his wings. 4 Mild he lays his glory by,

Born that men no more may die;
Born to raise the fons of earth;
Born to give them fecond birth.
5 Come, defire of nations, come,
Fix in us thy heav'nly home :
Rife the woman's conq'ring feed,
Bruise in us the ferpent's head.
6 Adam's likeness now efface,
Stamp thy image in its place;
Second Adam from above,
Work it in us by thy love.

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HYMN LXXI. P. M.

[HOWARD'S COLL.]

Immanuel is Born.

ARISE, and hail the happy day;

Caft all low cares of life away,
And thought of meaner things:
This day to cure our deadly woes,
The Sun of Righteousness arofe,
With healing in his wings.

2 If angels on that happy morn,
The Saviour of the world was born,
Pour'd forth their joyful fongs;
Much more fhould we of human race;
Adore the wonders of his grace,
To whom that grace belongs.

3 Othen let heav'n and earth rejoice,
Let ev'ry creature join his voice,
To hymn the happy day;

When Satan's empire vanquish'd fell,
And all the pow'rs of death and hell,
Confefs'd his fov'reign fway.

HYMN LXXII. C. M. [RICHARDS.]

TH

Glad tidings of great Joy.

"H' Almighty fpake, and Gabr'el sped, Upborne on wings of light;

Jehovah's glory round him spread,

And chang'd to day, the night.

2 Swift down to earth th' Archangel flew, From God's eternal throne;

His fhining robe of rainbow hue,
The ftars, moon, fun outshone.

3 One note of peace was heard on high :
Glad tidings roll'd around:

Ten thousand thousand left the sky,
To catch Salvation's found.

4 Shout, fhout for joy ; rejoice, O earth ; Hail, hail this glorious morn;

Rejoice! rejoice, in Jefus birth!
To day are nations born.

5 From Zion's hill to worlds above,
Re-echo'd back the strain ;

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And golden harps attun'd to love,
Thus fwept Ephratah's plain.

6 He comes! he comes! the Saviour God, Good will, peace, joy for men.

Glad tidings fhout to all abroad,
So be it, Lord; Amen.