3 To Bethlehem they straight repair,
To find the young Redeemer there;
And now they had the babe divine,
And with celeftial myriads join.

Good news,

4 May Jefu's name ftill fpread around,
May Jew and Gentile catch the found!
And the whole earth with glad acclaim,
Join the sweet praifes of his name.
Good news,

ELLIS.

LXXIV Praife for the Incarnation.
WEETER founds than mufic knows

SWE

When to Emmanuel's name;

All her hopes my fpirit owes

To his birth, and crofs, and fhame. 2 When he came, the angels fung, "Glory be to God on high;

Lord, unloofe my ftamm'ring tongue,
Who fhould louder fing than I?
3 Did the Lord a man become,
That he might the law fulfil;
Bleed and fuffer in my room,
And canft thou, my tongue, be ftill?
No, I muft my praifes bring,
Though they worthlefs are and weak;
For fhould I refuse to fing,

Sure the very stones would speak.

NEWTON.

LXXV. Mediatorial and condefcending Grace.

I

RACE! how melodious is the found!
What mufic to our ear!

Spread the fweet accent far around,
That heav'n and earth may hear,

3

2 Where fin, abounding fin, hath reign'd,
Grace reigns, abounding more:
Behold an ocean here, without

A bottom or a fhore!

From the high heavin's eternal throne lt overflow'd our earth,

When Chrift, the firft-born Son came down, And angels hail'd his birth..

4 Grace was the theme, the glad'ning theme, Of their aftonifh'd ftrains; Grace, free, abounding grace to man, Through all their anthems reigns. 5 And shall we still perfift in fin

I

That grace may yet abound?

Forbid it Lord, nor let the thought
Within our hearts be found.

R

BOYCE.

LXXVI. Praise to the Incarnate Saviour.

AW

WAKE, awake, the facred fong
To our incarnate Lord;

Let ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue,
Adore th' eternal Word.

2 Then fhone almighty pow'r and love,
In all their glorious forms;
When Jefus left his throne above,
To dwell with finful worms.

3 To dwell with mifery below,
The Saviour left the fkies;
And funk to wretchednefs and woc,
That worthless man might rise.

4 Adoring Angels tun'd their fongs
To hail the joyful day :

With rapture, then, let mortal tongues
Their grateful worthip pay.

STEELE.

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LXXVII. Chrift's Ministry and Work.
ARK, the glad found, the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promis'd long!

HA

Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne,
And ev'ry voice à fong.

2 On him the Spirit, largely pour'd,
Exerts its facred fire;

Wifdom and might, and zeal and love
His holy breaft infpire.

3 He comes the pris'ners to release,
In fatan's bondage held;

The gates of brafs before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

4 He comes, from thickeft 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 foul to cure;

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

6 Our glad Hofannas, Prince of peace,
Thy welcome fhall proclaim;
And heav'n's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.

I

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DODDRIDGE.

LXXVIII. The Saviour's readiness to die.

I

COME," the great Redeemer cries,
"A year of freedom to declare,

"From debts and bondage to difcharge,
"And Jews and Greeks the grace fhall fhare.
"A day of vengeance I proclaim,

"But not on man the ftorm fhall fall, "On me its thunders fhall defcend;

"My ftrength, my love fuftains them all."

3 Stupendous favour! matchlefs grace!
Jefus has dy'd that we might live;
Not worlds below, nor worlds above,
Could fo divine a ranfom give..
4 To him who lov'd our ruin'd race,
And for our lives laid down his own,
Let fongs of joyful praifes rife,
Sublime, eternal as his throne.

GIBBONS.

LXXIX. The fuffering Saviour.

I E that pafs by, behold the man!

YThe man of griefs condemn'd for you!

The Lamb of God for finners flain,
Weeping to calvary pursue.

2 See how his back the fcourges tear,
While to the bloody pillar bound!
The ploughers make long furrows there,
And cruel mockers ftand around.

3 His facred limbs they ftretch, they tear,
With nails they faften to the wood;
His facred limbs, expof'd and bare,
Or only cover'd with his blood!

4 See there, his temples crown'd with thorns! His bleeding hands extended wide!

His ftreaming feet, transfix'd and torn!)
The fountain gufhing from his fide! //

PAUSE.

50 thou dear fuff'ring fon of God,
How doth thy heart to finners move!
Sprinkle on us thy precious blood,
And melt us with thy dying love!
6 The earth could to her centre quake,
Convulf'd when her Creator dy'd;
O may our inmoft nature thake,
And die with Jefus crucify'd.

7 At thy laft gafp, the graves difplay'd Their horrors to the upper fkies,

O that our fouls might burft the fhade, And, quicken'd by thy death, arife.

8 The rocks could feel thy pow'rful death, And tremble, and afunder part;

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O rend, with thy expiring breath,
The harder marble of our heart..

BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind,

Nail'd to the fhameful tree!

How vaft the love that him inclin'd
To bleed, my foul, for thee!

2 Hark, how he groans, while nature shakes
And earth's ftrong pillars bend !
The temple's veil in funder breaks,
The folid marbles rend.

3 'Tis done! the precious ranfom's paid:
Receive my foul, he cries;

See, where he bows his facred head,
He bows his head and dies!

'4 But foon he'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory fhine;

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O Lamb of God, was ever pain,
Was ever love like thine!

WESLEY'S C.

LXXXI. The crucifixion. TRETCH'd on the crofs, the Saviour dies: Hark! his expiring groans arife!

STRET

See, from his hands, his feet, his fide,
Runs down the facred crimson tide.

2 But life attends the deathful found,
And flows from every bleeding wound;