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But when his voice shall raise the dead,

And bid the world draw near,
How will the guilty nations dread.
To see their Judge appear!
118. C. M. MEDLEY.

The Incarnation of Cbrift.
ORTALS, awake, with angels join,

And chant the lay;
Joy, love and gratitude combine

To hail th' aufpicious day.
In heav'o the rapt'rous fong began,

And sweet seraphic fire
Thro' all the shining legioos ran,

And strung and tun'd the lyre.
Swift thro' the vast expanse it flew,

And loud the echo rollid;
The theme, the song, the joy was new,

'Twas more than heav'n could hold. Down thro' the portals of the sky,

Th’impetuous torrent ran;
And angels flew with eager joy,

To bear the news to man.
Hark! the cherubic armies shout,

And glory leads the song :
Good-will and peace are heard throughout

Th' harmonious heav'nly throng.
With joy the.chorus we'll repeat

Glory to God on high;
Good-will and peace are now complete,

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.


! appear,

As happy Simeon came,
And hope to meet our Savior here;

O make our joys the same!
With what divine, and vaft delight

The good old man was fill’d,
When, fondly in his wither'd arms,

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.

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Not angels round the throne,

Of majesty above,
Are half so much oblig'd, as we,

To our Immanuel's love.
They nevet sunk fo low;
They are not rais'd so high :
They never knew such deptlis of woe,

Such heights of majesty!
Less favor'd were the pow'rs,
Who in his Image stood :
Their crowns are cheaper far than our's,

Nor cost the Lamb bis blood.
The Savior did not join

Their nature to his own :
For them he felt no pangs divine,

Nor breath'd a single groan.
May we with Angels vie,

The Savior to allore :
Our debts are greater far than theirs;
O be our payments more !

121. L. M. Watts's H.
The Deity and Humanity of Christ.
RE the blue heav'ns were stretch'd abroad

From everlasting was the Word ;
With God he was'; the Word was God,

And muft divinely be ador'd.
By his own pow'r all things were made;

By him supported all things stand;
He is the whole creation's Head,

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.
Mortals with joy beheld his face,

Th' eternal Father's only Son;
How full of truth ! how full of grace !

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 !


L. M.


Chrifi's Miracles.
EHOLD, the blind their fight receive!


The dumb speak wonders, and the lame
Leap like the hart, and bless his name.
Thus doth th' eternal Spirit own,
And seal the.mission of the Son;
The Father vindicates his cause,
While he hangs bleeding on the cross.
He dies; the beav'ns in mourning stood :

Behold the Lord ascending high,
No more to bleed, no more to die?

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!
His natures two, his person one,

Mysterious and divine.
The root of David, here we find,

And off-spring, are the same :
Eternity and time are join'd

In our Immanuel's name.
Bleft he that comes to wretched man,

With peaceful news from heav'n!
Hosannas, of the highest strain,

To Christ the Lord be giv'n.
Should we, dear Lord, refuse to take

Th' hosanna on our tongues,
The rocks and stones would rise and break

Their silence into songs.

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COSANNA to our congu'ring King !

All-lail, Incarnate Love!
Ten thousand thousand glories, wait

To crown thy head above.


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