5 Hark! the cherubic armies shout,
And glory leads the song;

Good-will and peace are heard thro'out
Th' harmonious heavenly throng.

HYMN 103. C. M.

WATTS.

Luke ii. 8-14.

Abridge, Barby.

Angels' song.

HEPHERDS, rejoice; lift up your eyes,
"And send your fears away;

"News from the region of the skies—
"Salvation's born to day.

2 "JESUS, the God, whom angels fear,
"Comes down to dwell with you;
"To-day he makes his entrance here,
"But not as monarchs do.

3 "No gold, nor purple swaddling bands,
"Nor royal shining things;
"A manger for his cradle stands,
"And holds the King of kings!

4 "Go, shepherds, where the Infant lies,
"And see his humble throne;
"With tears of joy in all your eyes,
"Go, shepherds, kiss the Son."

5 Thus Gabriel sang-and straight around,.
The heav'nly armies throng:
They tune their harps to lofty sound,
And thus conclude the song:-

6" Glory to God, who reigns above,
"Let peace surround the earth;

"Mortals shall know their Maker's love, "At their Redeemer's birth."

HYMN 104. 7s.

Redemption, Hampton.

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

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

2 Mild, he lays his glory by;
Born, that man no more may die;
Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies.
3 "Glory to the new-born King".
Let us all the anthem sing-
"Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconcil'd."

HYMN 105. c. M.

Arundel, St. Asaph's.

Repeat.

DODDRIDGE.

The Redeemer's message.

ARK, the glad sound, the Saviour

HA

comes,

The Saviour, promis'd long!
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.

2 On him, the Spirit, largely pour'd,

Exerts his sacred fire;

Wisdom, and might, and zeal, and love
His holy breast inspire.

3 He comes, from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray ;

And, on the eyes, oppress'd with night,
To pour celestial day.

4 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.

HYMN 106. L. M.

STEELE.

1

Islington, Portugal.

Our Example.

AND is the gospel peace and love?

Such let our conversation be;

The serpent blended with the dove-
Wisdom and meek simplicity.

2 When'er the angry passions rise,
And tempt our thoughts and tongues
to strife;

To Jesus let us lift our eyes,
Bright pattern of the christian life.

3 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labors of his life were love;
Then, if we bear the Saviour's name,
By his example let us move.

4 O, how benevolent and kind!

How mild-how ready to forgive! Be this the temper of our mind, And these the rules by which we live.

HYMN 107. L. M.

Blendon, China, Luton.

WATTS.

MI read my duty in thy word;

Y dear Redeemer, and my Lord,

But in thy life the law appears, + Drawn out in living characters.

2 Cold mountains, and the midnight air,
Witness'd the fervor of thy prayer:
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict, and thy vict'ry too.

3 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
Such def'rence to thy Father's will,
Thy love and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe, and make them mine.

HYMN 108. L. M.

COLLYER.

Moreton, Luton, Malmsbury.

Transfiguration. Luke ix. 28-31.

N Tabor's top the Saviour stands,
His alter'd face resplendent shines;
And, while he elevates his hands,
Lo! glory marks its gentle lines!
2 Two heavenly forms descend to wait
Upon their suffering Prince below;
But while they worship at his feet,
They talk of fast approaching wo.
3 Amid the lustre of the scene,

To Calvary he turns his eyes;
And, with submission, all serene,
He marks the future tempest rise.

4 Then let us climb the mount of prayer,
Where all his beaming glories shine;
And, gazing on his brightness there,
Our woes forget in joys divine.
5 Oh, that on yonder heavenly hills,
Where now the risen Saviour stands,
And peace, like softest dew, distills-
I too may elevate my hands.

HYMN 109.

L. M. W. B. TAPPAN.

Munich, Armley.

Gethsemane.

'The star is dimm'd that lately shone; IS midnight-and on Olive's brow, "Tis midnight-in the garden now, The suff'ring Saviour prays alone. 2 "Tis midnight-and from all remov'd, Immanuel wrestles lone, with fears; E'en the disciple that he lov'd

Heeds not his Master's grief and tears.
3 "Tis midnight-and for others' guilt
The man of sorrows weeps in blood;
Yet he that hath in anguish knelt,
Is not forsaken by his God.

4 "Tis midnight-and from ether plains,
Is borne the song that angels know;
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Saviour's wo.