His ever-watchful Eye shall keep Its conftant Guard around my Head. Faith in his Name forbids my Fear: O may thy Prefence ne'er depart! And in the Morning make nie hear The Love and Kindness of thy Heart. 5 Thus when the Night of Death shall come, My Flesh thall reft beneath the Ground, And wait thy Voice to roufe my Tomb, With fweet Salvation in the Sound.

LONG had Earth's num'rous Nations

falvation to obtain,

Pardon and Peace, and endless Life,

and Happiness in Vain.

2 Ifr❜el, through ev'ry Land difpers'd,
fprung forth with eager With,
In their Meffiah to embrace,
the long expected Blifs.

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(fought

And lo! he comes, the Saviour comes, the promis'd Seed appears;

He, in whom center'd all the Hopes of past and future Years.

4 He comes, from an Abyss of Woes, to raise our ruin'd Race;

He bleeds, he dies, that we might share the Bleffings of his Grace.

5 Wondrous

5 Wondrous Event, more wondrous Love of our Incarnate God!

Should we be mute, fure Rocks would wake to pread his Praise abroad.

6 Dear Lord, th' O'erflowings of thy Grace our flinty Boloms fire;

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Our conquer'd hearts now pant for thee,
with an intense Defire.

Here be thy Throne for ever fix'd,
and this thy lafting Reft;

And be our Souls beneath thy Smiles,

through endless Ages bleft.

HYMN

XXXV.

HARK, the gladSound the Saviour comes,
the Saviour promis'd long!

Let ev'ry Heart prepare a Throne,
and ev'ry Voice a Song.

2 On him the Spirit largely pour'd
exerts its facred Fire;

Wisdom and Might and Zeal and Love,, his holy Breaft inspire.

3 He comes the Pris'ners to release,
in Satan's Bondage held;

The Gates, of Brafs before him burft,
the iron Fetters yield.

4 He comes from thickeft Films of Vice
to clear the mental Ray,

And

And on the Eye-Balls of the Blind
to pour celestial Day.

5 He comes the broken Heart to bind,
the bleeding Soul to cure;

And with the Treatures of his Grace,
t'inrich the humble Poor.

6 Our glad Hofannas, Prince of Peace,
thy Welcome fhall proclaim;
And Heav'n's eternal Arches ring
with thy beloved Name.

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HYMN XXXVI.
AIL, Progeny divine!

Hail, Virgin's wond'rous Son!
Who for that humble Shrine,
Didft quit th' Almighty's Throne:
The Infant Lord our Voices fing,
And be the King of Grace ador❜d.

2 Ye Princes, disappear,

And boast your Crowns no more;
Lay down your Sceptres here,
And in the Duft adore:
Where Jefus dwells, the Manger bare,
In Luftre far your Pomp excels.

3 With Bethlem's Shepherds mild,
The Angels bow their Head;
And round the facred Child,

Their guardian Wings they spread: They knew that, where their Sovereign lies In low Difguife, Heav'n's Court is there.

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4 Thither

4 Thither, my Soul, repair,
And humble Homage pay
To thy Redeemer fair,
As on his natal Day :

I kifs thy Feet, and, Lord, would be
A Child like thee, whom thus I greet.

HYMN

XXXVII.

1 SHEPHERDS, rejoice, lift up your Eyes, and fend your Fears away;

News from the Regions of the Skies,
Salvation's born to Day.

2 Jefus, the God whom Angels fear,
comes down to dwell with you;
To Day he makes his Entrance here,
but not as Monarchs do.

3 Go, Shepherds, where the Infant lies,
and fee his humble Throne;
With Tears of Joy in all your Eyes,
go, Shepherds, kifs the Son.

4 Thus Gabriel fang, and ftrait around
the heav'nly Armies throng,
They tune their Harps to lofty Sound,
and thus conclude the Song:

5 Glory to God that reigns above,
let Peace furround the Earth; -
Mortals fhall know their Maker's Love,
at their Redeemer's Birth.

6 Lord, and fhali Angels have their Songs, and Men no Tunes to raise?

O may we lose our useless Tongues,
when they forget thy Praise!

7 Glory to God that reigns above,
that piti'd us forlorn;

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We join to fing our Maker's Love,
for there's a Saviour born.

HYMN

HIG

XXXVIII.

IGH let us fwell our tuneful Notes,
and join th' angelic Throng;

For Angels no fuch Love have known,
t'awake a cheerful Song.

2 Good-Will to guilty Men is fhewn,
and Peace on Earth is giv'n;
For lo! th' incarnate Saviour comes,
with Meffages from Heav'n.

3 Juftice and Grace with fweet Accord,
his rifing Beams adorn:

Let Heav'n and Earth in Concert join,
now fuch a Child is born.

4 Glory to God in highest Strains,
in highest Worlds be paid;
His Glory by our Lips proclaim'd,
and by our Lives difplay'd.

5 When shall we reach those blissful Realms,

where Christ exalted reigns,

And learn of the celeftial Choir,

their own immortal Strains?

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HYMN