Good-will and peace are heard throughout The harmonious heavenly throng.

VII.

[O for a glance of heavenly love
Our hearts and songs to raise ;
Sweetly to bear our souls above,
And mingle with their lays!]

VIII.

With joy the chorus we'll repeat, "Glory to God on high; "Good-will and peace are now complete, 'JESUS was born to die.

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IX.

Hail, Prince of life, for ever hail!

Redeemer, brother, friend!

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

STRET

HYMN XL. L. M.

A Dying Saviour.

I.

TRETCH'D on the cross, the Saviour dies;

Hark! his expiring groans arise!

See, from his hands, his feet, his side,
Runs down the sacred crimson tide!

I1.

But life attends the deathful sound,
And flows from ev'ry bleeding wound;

The vital stream how free it flows,
To save and cleanse his rebel foes!
III.

To suffer in the traitor's place,
To die for man, surprising grace!
Yet pass rebellious angel's by-
O why for man, dear Saviour, why?

IV.

And didst thou bleed, for sinners bleed?
And could the sun behold the deed?
No, he withdrew his sick'ning ray,
And darkness veil'd the mourning day.

v.

Can I survey this scene of woe,
Where mingling grief and wonder flow;
And yet my heart unmov'd remain,
Insensible to love or pain?

VI.

Come, dearest LORD, thy grace impart, To warm this cold, this stupid heart; Till all its powers and passions move In melting grief, and ardent love.

HYMN XLI. C. M.
The Attraction of the Cross.

I.

ONDER-amazing sight!-I see
Th' incarnate Son of GoD,

Expiring on the accursed tree,
And welt'ring in his blood.

II.

Behold a purple torrent run

Down from his hands and head: The crimson tide puts out the sun; His groans awake the dead.

III.

The trembling earth, the darken'd sky,
Proclaim the truth aloud;
And with the amaz'd Centurion cry,
"This is the Son of GOD! "

IV.

So great, so vast a sacrifice

May well my hope revive:

If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies,
The sinner sure may live.

V.

O that these cords of love divine,
Might draw me, LORD, to thee!
Thou hast my heart, it shall be thine-
Thine it shall ever be!

HYMN XLII. L. M.

The constraining influence of the Love of Christ.

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I.

EE, LORD, thy willing subjects bow,
Adoring low before thy throne:

Accept our humble, cheerful vow,
Thou art our sovereign, thou alone.

II.

Beneath thy soul-reviving ray,

Even cold affliction's wint'ry gloom Shall brighten into vernal day,

And hopes and joys immortal bloom.

III.

Smile on our souls, and bid us sing
In concert with the choir above,
The glories of our Saviour king,
The condescensions of his love.

IV.

Amazing love! that stoop'd so low,
To view with pity's melting eye
Vile men, deserving endless woe!
Amazing love!--did JESUS die?

V.

He died, to raise to life and joy
The vile, the guilty, the undone;
O let his praise each hour employ,
'Till hours no more their circles run!

VI.

He died!-ye seraphs, tune your songs,
Resound, resound, the Saviour's name:
For nought below immortal tongues
Can ever reach the wond'rous theme.

HYMN XLIII. L. M.

The Humiliation & Exaltation of Christ.

I.

THE mighty frame of glorious grace, That brighest monuments of praise

That e'er the GoD of love design'd,
Employs and fills my labouring mind.

II.

Begin, my soul, the heavenly song,
A burden for an angel's tongue :
When Gabriel sounds these awful things,
He tunes and summons all his strings.

III.

Proclaim inmitable love,

JESUS, the LORD of worlds above,
Puts off the beams of bright array,
And veils the GoD in mortal clay.

IV.

He that distributes crowns and thrones,
Hangs on a tree, and bleeds and groans:
The Prince of life resigns his breath,
The King of Glory bows to death.

V.

But see the wonders of his power,
He triumphs in his dying hour,
And, while by Satan's rage he fell,
He dash'd the rising hopes of hell.

VI.

Thus were the hosts of Death subdu'd,
And sin was drown'd in JEsu's blood:
Then he arose, and reigns above,
And conquers sinners by his love.

VII.

Who shall fulfil this boundless song?
The theme surmounts an angel's tongue:
How low, how vain are mortal airs,
When Gabriel's nobler harp despairs!