2 [The Lord, the highest God, Calls him his only Son; And gives him David's throne. 3 O’er Jacob shall he reign With a peculiar sway; His kingdom ne’er decay. ] 4 To bring the glorious news A heavenly form appears ; And banishes their fears. 5 6 •Go, humble swains, said he, • To David's city fly; · Doth in a manger lie. •Go, visit Christ your King :' The Shepherds heard them sing : And heavenly peace on earth; At the Redeemer's birth!' 7 8 [In worship so divine Let saints employ their tongues, With the celestial hosts we join, And loud repeat their songs: 9 Glory to God on high ; And heavenly peace on earth; • Good will to men; to angels joy, . At our Redeemer's birth!'] HYMN 5. Common Metre. Job 1. 21, Submission to afflictive Providences. NAKED as 1 as from the earth we came, And crept to life at first; We to the earth return again, And mingle with our dust. And fondly call our own, To be repaid anon. Or sinks them in the grave; He takes but what he gave. Let each rebellious sigh And every murmur die. Its praises shall be spread; And we'll adore the justice too That strikes our comforts dead. 1 GREAT God, I own thy sentence just, And nature must decay: To dwell with fellow-clay. And trample on the tombs : My God, my Saviour comes. 3 The mighty conqueror shall appear Lie vanquish'd at his feet. 4 Though greedy worms devour my skin, And gnaw my wasting flesh, He clothes them all afresh. 5 Then shall I see thy lovely face With strong immortal eyes, With pleasure and surprise. The Invitation of the Gospel; or, spiritual Food and Clothing. 1 LET every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice; The trumpet of the gospel sounds With an inviting voice. That feed upon the wind, To fill an empty mind : A soul-reviving feast, The rich provision taste. 4 Ho! ye for living streams, With springs that never dry. 5 Rivers of love and mercy here In a rich ocean join; Like floods of milk and wine. 6 [Ye perishing and naked poor, Who work with mighty pain, That will not hide your sin; 7 Come naked, and adorn your souls In robes prepar'd by God, Wrought by the labours of his Son, And dy'd in his own blood.] 8 Dear God! the treasures of thy love Are everlasting mines, And boundless as our sins ! 9 The happy gates of gospel-grace Stand open night and day: And drive our wants away. HYMN 8. Common Metre. Isaiah xxvi, 1...6. The Safety and Protection of the Church. i How honourable is the place Where we adoring stand; And beauty of the land ! The city where we dwell; Defy the assaults of hell. The doors wide open fling, The statutes of our King. |