4 My soul would leave this heavy clay,
At that transporting word;
Run up with joy the shining way,
And haste to meet my Lord.
5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
I'd break through every foe;
The wings of love and arms of faith
Should bear me conqueror through.

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1

God all in all. Ps. lxxiii. 25.

MY God, my life, my love,

To thee, to thee I call;

I cannot live, if thou remove,
For thou art all in all.

2 Thy shining grace can cheer
This dungeon where I dwell;
"Tis paradise when thou art here;
If thou depart, 'tis hell.

3 To thee, and thee alone,

The angels owe their bliss ;
They sit around thy gracious throne,
And dwell where Jesus is.

4 Not all the harps above
Can make a heavenly place,
If God his residence remove,
Or but conceal his face.

5

Nor earth, nor all the sky,
Can one delight afford,

No, not a drop of real joy,

Watts.

S, M.

Without thy presence, Lord.

6

Thou art the sea of love,

Where all my pleasures roll;

The circle where my passions move,
And centre of my soul.

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Watts.

Joy in God. Ps. lxxiii. 25.

C. M.

1 MY God, my portion, and my love,

I've none but thee in heaven above,
Or on this earthly ball.

2 What empty things are all the skies,
And this inferior clod!

There's nothing here deserves my joys,
There's nothing like my God.

3 In vain the bright, the burning sun
Scatters his feeble light;

'Tis thy sweet beams create my noon,
If thou withdraw, 'tis night."

4 And while upon my restless bed
Among the shades I roll,

If my Redeemer shows his head,
'Tis morning with my soul.

5 To thee we owe our wealth and friends
And health and safe abode;

Thanks to thy name for meaner things,
But they are not my God.

⚫ 6 How vain a toy is glittering wealth,
If once compared to thee!

Or what's my safety, or my health,
Or all my friends to me?
7 Were I possessor of the earth,
And called the stars my own,
Without thy graces and thyself,
I were a wretch undone.

8 Let others stretch their arms like seas,

And grasp in all the shore;

Grant me the visits of thy face,

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And I desire no more.

The Power of God.

1 THE Lord our God is full of might,
The winds obey his will;

He speaks, and in his heavenly height,
The rolling sun stands still.

2 Rebel, ye waves-and o'er the land
With threatening aspect roar:

The Lord uplifts his awful hand,
And chains you to the shore.

Watts.

C. M.

3 Howl, winds of night, your force combine;
Without his high behest,

Ye shall not, in the mountain pine,
Disturb the sparrow's nest.

4 His voice sublime is heard afar,
In distant peals it dies;

He yokes the whirlwinds to his car,
And sweeps the howling skies.
5 Ye nations, bend-in reverence bend
Ye monarchs, wait his nod;
And bid the choral song ascend
To celebrate your God,

;

H. K. White.

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1 M

CHRIST.

The Advent of Christ.

ORTALS, awake, with angels join,
And chant the solemn lay;

Joy, love, and gratitude combine
To hail th' auspicious day.

2 In heaven the rapturous song began,
And sweet seraphic fire

Through all the shining legions ran,
And strung and tuned the lyre.

3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew,
And loud the echo rolled;

The theme, the song, the joy was new,
'Twas more than heaven could hold.
4 Down through the portals of the sky
Th' impetuous torrent ran;
And angels flew, with eager joy,
To bear the news to man.
5 Hark, the cherubic armies shout,
And glory leads the song;

Good-will and peace are heard throughout
Th' harmonious angel throng.

6 Oh for a glance of heavenly love
Our hearts and songs to raise ;
Sweetly to bear our souls above,.
And mingle with their lays.

7 Hail, Prince of life, forever hail,
Redeemer, brother, friend

;

C. M.

Though earth and time and life should fail,
Thy praise shall never end.

Medley.

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The Song of the Angels.

ARK! what mean those holy voices,

1H Sweetly sounding through the skies?

Lo, th' angelic host rejoices;

Heavenly hallelujahs rise!

2 Christ is born, the great Anointed; Him, in bursts of praise, they sing; He hath come, of God appointed Saviour, Prophet, Priest, and King. 3 Sinners, learn that song of glory;

Hail the heavenly kingdom nigh: Spread abroad the wondrous story; Shout in praise to God most high.

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1

HA

The Incarnation.

ARK! the herald angels sing
"Glory to the new-born King;
Peace on earth and mercy mild-
God and sinners reconciled."

2 Joyful, all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With th' angelic host proclaim,
"Christ is born in Bethlehem!"
3 Vailed in flesh the Godhead see;
Hail th' incarnate Deity!

Pleased as man with men to dwell,
Jesus, our Immanuel.

4 Mild, he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
5 Sing we then-with angels sing
Glory to the new-born King:
Glory in the highest heaven,
Peace on earth, and man forgiven.

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1 BRI

The Star of the East.-Matt. ii. 2.

8.7.

Cawood.

75.

C. Wesley.

11. 10.

RIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid;

Star of the East, the horizon adorning―

Guide where the infant Redeemer is laid.

2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining;
Low lies his head, with the beasts of the stall;
Angels adore him, in slumbers reclining-
Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all.
3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion,
Odors of Edom, and offerings divine?
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine?
4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation;

Vainly with gifts would his favor secure;
Richer, by far, is the heart's adoration;
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.

5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning-
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid;
Star of the East, the horizon adorning—
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

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Heber.

C. M.

Christ's Ministry. Luke iv. 18, 19.
ARK-the glad sound-the Saviour comes,

1H The Saviour promised long!

Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.

2 On him the Spirit, largely poured,
Exerts his sacred fire;

Wisdom and might and zeal and love
His holy breast inspire.

3 He comes the prisoners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;

The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield!

4 He comes from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray;

And on the eye-balls of the blind
To pour celestial day.

5 He comes the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,

And with the treasures of his grace
T'enrich the humble poor.

6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.

Doddridge.