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But when his voice shall raise the dead,
And bid the world draw near,
The Incarnation of Cbrift.
And chant the lay;
To hail th' aufpicious day.
And sweet seraphic fire
And strung and tun'd the lyre.
And loud the echo rollid;
'Twas more than heav'n could hold. Down thro' the portals of the sky,
Th’impetuous torrent ran;
To bear the news to man.
And glory leads the song :
Th' harmonious heav'nly throng.
Glory to God on high;
Jesus was born to die.
Hail, Prince of Life, for ever hail !
Redeemer, Brother, Friend! Tho' earth, and time, and life should fail, Thy praise shall never end.. 119. C. M. Watts's H.
The Song of Simeon.
As happy Simeon came,
O make our joys the same!
The good old man was fill’d,
He claip'd the holy Child ! “ Now I éan leave this world, he cry'd;
“ Behold thy servant dies ! “ I've seen thy great Salvation, Lord,
" And close my peaceful eyes.” Jesus ! the vifion of thy Face
Hath overpow'ring charms ! Scarce shall we feel death's cold embrace,
If Chrift be in our arms.
120. S. M. TAYLOR's Col. He took not on him the Nature of Angels ; be took on him the Seed of Abrabam. TOW let the saints declare
The praises of their King : Bound by ten thousand ties they are,
His wondrous love to fing.
Not angels round the throne,
Of majesty above,
To our Immanuel's love.
Such heights of majesty!
Nor cost the Lamb bis blood.
Their nature to his own :
Nor breath'd a single groan.
The Savior to allore :
121. L. M. Watts's H.
From everlasting was the Word ;
And muft divinely be ador'd.
By him supported all things stand;
And angels fly at his command.
Ere sin was born, or satan fell,
He led the host of morning stars; (Thy generation who can tell,
Or count the number of thy years ?) But lo, he leaves those heav'nly forms;
The Word descends and dwells in clay, . That he may hold converse with worms,
Dress’d in such feeble flesh as they.
Th' eternal Father's only Son;
When thro' his Eyes the Godhead fhone! Archangels leave their high abode,
To learn new, my st’ries here, and tell The love of our descending God,
The glories of Immanuel !
The dumb speak wonders, and the lame
He rises ;
appears a God :
Hence and for ever from my
heart I bid my doubts and fears depart'; And to those hands my soul resign, Which bear credentials so divine. 123. C. M.
Watts's H. · Hifanna to Christ, OSANNA to the royal Son
Of David's ancient line!
Mysterious and divine.
And off-spring, are the same :
In our Immanuel's name.
With peaceful news from heav'n!
To Christ the Lord be giv'n.
Th' hosanna on our tongues,
Their silence into songs.
All-lail, Incarnate Love!
To crown thy head above.