195. L. M. J. TAYLOR. Praise to God for the mission of Christ. 1. PRAISE ye the Lord who reigns above, 2. When man, debased and guilty man, From crime to crime with madness ran, Well might his arm its thunders launch, And blast the ungrateful, root and branch. 3. But clemency with justice strove Go, David's greater son!" he cried, "Be thou their teacher, thou their guide." 4. The eastern star with glory streams, 5. His sacred memory we bless, 196. C. M. DODDRIDGE. Praise to God for the mission of Christ. 1. HIGH let us swell our tuneful notes, 2. Good-will to sinful men is shown, 3. Justice and grace with sweet accord Let heaven and earth in concert join, 4. Glory to God in highest strains, 197. C. M. WATTS. The Messiah's coming and kingdom. 1. Joy to the world! the Lord is come, Let every heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature sing. 2. Joy to the earth! the Saviour reigns, 3. No more let sins and sorrows grow, 4. He rules the world with truth and grace, 198. C. M. DODDRIDGE. The coming of Christ. 1. HARK, the glad sound! the Saviour comes! The Saviour promised long! Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song. 2. On him the spirit largely pour'd Exerts its sacred fire; Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, His holy breast inspire. 3. He comes the prisoners to release, The gates of brass before him burst, 4. He comes from thickest films of vice And on the eye-balls of the blind 5. He comes the broken heart to bind, 6. Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, 199. C. M. LOGAN. The glory of the Messiah. 1. He who spread forth the arch of heaven, And bade the planets roll, Who laid the basis of the earth, And form'd the human soul: 2. Thus saith the Lord, "Thee have I sent, "A prophet from the sky, "Wide o'er the nations to proclaim "The message from on high. 3. "Before thy face the shades of death 4. "The gates of brass shall 'sunder burst, "The iron fetters fall; "The promised jubilee of heaven Appointed rise o'er all. 66 5. "And lo! presaging thy approach, 6. "I am Jehovah: I am One: My name shall now be known; "No idol shall usurp my praise, "Nor mount into my throne.' 7. Now sing a new song to the Lord, 8. Let all, combined with one accord, Till in remotest bounds of earth 200. P. M. T. SCOTT. 1. ANGEL, roll the rock away; |