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 Thus Gabriel sang, and straight around,
The heavenly armies throng;
They tune their harps to lofty sound,
And thus conclude the song :

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" Glory to God that reigns above,
Let peace surround the earth;
Mortals shall know their Maker's love,
At their Redeemer's birth."

6 Lord! and shall angels have their songs,
And man no tunes to raise ?
Oh, may we lose these useless tongues
When we forget to praise !

HYMN 537. C. M. [240]

MORTALS, awake, with angels join,
And chant the solemn lay;
Joy, love, and gratitude combine,
To hail th' auspicious day.

2 In heaven the rapturous song began,
And sweet seraphic fire,

Through all the shining legions ran,
And strung and tun'd the lyre.

3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew,
And loud the echo roll'd;

The theme, the song, the joy was new, 'Twas more than heaven could hold.

4 Down through the portals of the sky, The impetuous torrent ran;

And angels flew with eager joy,
To bear the news to man.

5 Hail, Prince of Life, for ever hail!
Redeemer, Brother, Friend!

Tho' earth, and time, and life should fail, Thy praise shall never end.

HYMN 538. C. M. [241]

O SAVIOUR, whom this holy morn
Gave to our world below,
To mortals want and labor born,
And more than mortal wo—

2 Incarnate Word, by every grief,
By each temptation tried,
Who lives to yield our ills relief,
And to redeem us died-

3 If gaily clothed and proudly fed,
In dangerous wealth we dwell,
Remind us of thy manger bed,
And lowly cottage cell.

4 If pressed by poverty severe,
In envious want we pine,
O, may thy Spirit whisper near,
How poor a lot was thine.

5 Through fickle fortune's various scene From sin preserve us free;

Like us thou hast a mourner been,
May we rejoice with thee.

HYMN 539. 7s.

HARK! the herald-angels sing,

"Glory to the new-born King; Peace on earth and mercy mild; God and sinners reconcil'd;"

Joyful all ye nations rise,

Join the triumphs of the skies:

With th' angelic hosts proclaim,

Christ is born in Bethlehem."

2 Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail, the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Ris'n with healing in his wings:
Mild he lays his glory by,

Born that man no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth;
Born to give them second birth.
3 Come, Desire of Nations, come!
Fix in us thy humble home;
Rise the woman's conqu'ring seed,
Bruise in us the serpent's head;
Adam's likeness now efface,
Stamp thine image in its place:
Second Adam from above,
Reinstate us in thy love.

HYMN 540. L. M. [407]

ERE the blue heav'ns were stretched abroad,
From everlasting was the word;
With God he was--the Word was God,
And must divinely be ador'd.

2 By his own pow'r were all things made;
By him supported, all things stand;
He is the whole creation's head,

And angels fly at his command.

3 But lo, his heav'nly form he leaves,

The Word descends and dwells with clay; The form of men he now receives,

Dress'd in such feeble flesh as they.

4 Archangels leave their high abode
To learn new mysteries here, and tell
The love of our descending God,
The glories of Immanuel !

HYMN 541. S. M. [407]

THE angel hosts appear

O'er Bethl'hem's honor'd plain, While thus the wond'ring shepherds hear The heav'nly rapt'rous strain: 2 "Glory to God on high,

And heav'nly peace on earth; Good will to men, to angels joy, At the Redeemer's birth!"

3 In worship so divine,

Let saints employ their tongues;
With the celestial host we join,
And loud repeat their songs:
4 "Glory to God on high,

And heavenly peace on earth;
Good will to men, to angels joy,
At our Redeemer's birth!"

HYMN 542. L. M. [314]

SING, all in heaven, at Jesus' birth,
Glory to God, and peace on earth;
Incarnate love in Christ is seen,
Pure mercy and good will to men.
2 Praise him, extoll'd above all height,
Who doth in worthless worms delight;
God reconciled in Christ confess,
Your present and eternal peace.
3 From Jesus, manifest below,
Rivers of pure salvation flow:
And pour on man's distinguish'd race,
Their everlasting streams of grace.
4 Sing, every soul of Adam's line,
The favorite attribute divine;
Ascribing with the hosts above,
All glory to the God of Love.

NEW YEAR'S.

HYMN 543. 10s, 5s, & 11s. [243]

COME let us anew our journey pursue,
Roll round with the year,

And never stand still till the Master appear;
His adorable will let us gladly fulfil,

And our talents improve,

By the patience of hope, and the labor of love.

2 Our life as a dream, our time as a stream, Glides swiftly away,

And the fugitive moment refuses to stay:
The arrow is flown, the moment is gone;
The millennial year

Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here.

30 that each in the day of His coming may

แ

say,

"I have fought my way through :

I have finish'd the work thou didst give me to

do!"

O that each from his Lord may receive the glad word,

"Well and faithfully done!

Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne!"

HYMN 544. L. M. [244]

ETERNAL source of every joy,
Well may thy praise our lips employ,

While in thy temple we appear,

Whose goodness crowns the circling year.