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(L. M.) 1 FAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone;
Let my religious hours alone:
And hold communion, Lord, with thee. 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire,
And feel thine influence from above. 3 When I can say that God is mine,
When I can see thy glories shine,
And all that men call rich and great.
To cheer me in this barren land;
(L. ME 1 MY op'ning eyes with rapture see
The dawn of thy returning day;
While thus my early vows I pay. 2 I yield my heart to thee alone,
Nor would receive another guest;
And reign sole monarch in, my breast, 3 O bid this trifling world retire, ..
And drive each carnal thought away;
One sinful thought, through all the day. 4 Then, to thy courts when I repair,
My soul shall rise on joyful wing,
And join the strains which angels sing.
HYMN 38. 1 TO thy temple I repair ;.
Lord, I love to worship there;
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue. * 2 While the prayrs of saints ascend,
God of love, to mine attend;
3 While I hearken to thy law,
Fill my soul with humble awe,
Life and imınortality.
Peace and pardon in thy name,
Hear thee speaking from on high.
(L. M.) After Sermon. 1 ALMIGHTY Father! bless the word, Which, through thy grace, we now have heard ; O may the precious seed take root,
Spring up, and bear abundant fruit !
Thus in thy courts to seek thy face:
(IIL 5.) 1 LORD! dismiss us with thy blessing,
Fill our hearts with joy and peace; Let us each, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace;
O refresh us
For the gospel's joyful sound;
May thy presence
(C. M.) I HARK! the glad sound, the Saviour comès,
The Saviour promis'd long! Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.
Exerts his sacred fire;
His holy breast inspiré.
3 He comes, the pris'ners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;
The iron fetters yield.
To clear the mental ray ;
To pour celestial day.
The bleeding soul to cure,
T'enrich the humble poor.
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
(IIL 3) 1 HAIL, thou long expected Jesus,
Born to set thy people free!
Let us find our rest in thee.
Hope of all the saints, thou art;
Joy of every waiting heart.
Born a child, yet God our King,
Now thy gracious kingdom bring.
Rule in all our hearts alone;
All seated on the ground,
And glory shone around.
Had seiz'd their troubled mind;
3 “ To you, in David's town, this day
" Is born, of David's line, “ The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord,
" And this shall be the sign: 4.66 The heav'nly babe you there shall find,
" To human view display'd, “ All meanly wrapt in swathing bands,
“ And in a manger laid.”
Appear'd a shining throng
Address'd their joyful song: 6 " All glory be to God on high,
" And to the earth be peace; 66 Good will, henceforth, from heav'n to men, “ Begin and never cease.” HYMN 44.
(C. M.) 1 WHILE angels thus, O Lord, rejoice,
Shall men no anthem raise ?
When we forget to praise !
And join the heav'nly throng;
As we, to wake their song.
And peace on earth is giv'n;
With news of joy from heav'n!
His rising beams adorn;
“ The promis'd child is burn!" 5 Glory to God, in highest strains,
By highest worlds is paid;
And by our lives display'd;
Where now our Saviour reigns;
2 Joyful all ye nations rise,
Join the triumphs of the skies;
Christ is born in Bethlehem!
Christ, the everlasting Lord,
Offspring of the virgin's womb!
Jesus, now Emanuel !
Light and life to all he brings;
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. 1 Zion! the marvellous story be telling,
The Son of the Highest, how lowly his birth! The brightest archangel in glory excelling,
He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns upon earth. Chorus. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing ;
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. 2 Tell how he comethi, from nation to nation,
The heart-cheering news let the earth echo round; How free to the faithful he offers salvation,
How his people with joy everlasting are crown'd. Chorus. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing;
Jerusalim triumphs, Messiah is King. 3 Mortals! your homage be gratefully bringing,
And sweet let the gladsome hosanna arise; Ye angels! the full hallelujah be singing,
Onechorus resound through the earth and the skies: Chorus. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing,
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King.
Isaiah ix. 2—7. 1 THE race that long in darkness pin'd
Have seen a glorious light; The people now behold the dawn, - Who dwelt in death and night.