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Our helper God, in whom we trust,
In better worlds, our souls shall boast,

HYMN 88. C. M.

The Birth of Christ.
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A WAKE, awake the sacred song

To our
Let ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue

Adore th' eternal Word.
2 Sinners awake, with angels join,

And chant the solemn lay ;
Joy, love, and gratitude combine,

To hail th' auspicious day.
3 Then shone almighty pow'r and love,

In all their glorious forms; When Jesus left his throne above,

To dwell with sinful worms.
4. Adoring angels tun'd their songs

To hail the joyful day;
With rapture then, let mortal tongues

Their grateful worship pay.
5 Hail, Prince of life, for ever hail !

Redeemer, brother, Friend !
Tho' earth, and time, and life should fail,
Thy praise shall never end.

HYMN 89, P. M.

The Resurrection of Christ.
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CH
HRIST, the Lord, is ris'n to-day,

Sons of men and angels say ;
Raise your joys and triumphs high,

Sing, ye heav'ns, and earth reply. 2 Love's redeeming work is done,

Fought the fight, the battle won :
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er,
LO! he sets in blood no more.

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,

Christ hath burst the gates of hell ;
Death in vain forbids his rise,

Christ hath open'd Paradise,
4 Lives again our glorious King!

“ Where, O death, is now thy sting!" Once he died our souls to save :

" Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave ?" 5 Hail the Lord of earth and heav'n!

Praise to thee by both be giv'n!
Thee we greet triumphant now,
Hail ! the RESURRECTION_Thou.

HYMN 90. P. M.
The Ascension and Kingdom of Christ.
| REJOICE, the Lord is King,
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Th' ascended King adore ;
Mortals, give thanks, and sing
And triumph evermore !
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.

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2 Rejoice, the Saviour reigns,

The God of truth and love :
When he had purg'd our stains,
He took his seat above :
Lift
up

the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.
3 His kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o'er earth and heay'n ;
The keys of death and hell
Are to our Jesus giv'n :
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,

Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.
4 Rejoice in glorious hope ;
Jesus the Judge shall come,

WHEN the blest day of Pentecost

And take his servants up
To their eternal home :
We soon shall hear the Archangel's voice,
The trump of God shall sound, REJOICE.

HYMN 91. P. M.

The out-pouring of the Spirit. 1

Was fully come; the Holy Ghost Descended from above, Sent by the Father and the Son : The Sender and the Sent are one,

The Lord of life and love. 2 But were the first disciples blest With heav'nly gifts? And shall the rest

Be pass'd unheeded by ? What? Has the Holy Ghost forgot To quicken souls, that Christ has bought;

And let them lifeless lie ? 3 No, thou almighty Paraclete ! Thou shedd'st thy heav'nly influ'nce yet;

Thou visit'st sinners still :
Thy breath of life, thy quick’ning flame,
Thy pow'r, thy Godhead, still the same,
We own; because we feel.

HYMN 92. S. M.

A morning hymn.
1 EE how the mounting sun

Pursues his shining way;
And wide proclaims his Maker's praise,

With ev'ry brightning ray.
2 Thus would my rising soul

Her heav'nly Parent sing ; And to her great Original,

Her humbler tribute bring.

3 Serene I laid me down

Beneath his guardian care ;
I slept, and I awoke, and found

My kind Preserver near !
4. Thus doth thine arm support

This weak defenceless frame ;
But whence such favours, Lord, to me,

All worthless as I am ?
5 O! how shall I repay

The bounties of my God? This feeble spirit pants beneath

The pleasing, painful load.
6 Dear Saviour, to thy cross

I bring my sacrifice;
Cleans'd by thy blood, it shall ascend

With fragrance to the skies.
7 My life I would anew

Devote, O Lord, to thee ; And in thy service wish to spend A long eternity.

HYMN 93. C. M.

A morning song. 1 0 NCE more, my soul, the rising day

Salutes thy waking eyes ; Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay

To him, that rules the skies.
2 Night unto night his name repeats,

The day renews the sound;
Wide as the heav'n, on which he sits,

To turn the seasons round.
3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame;

My tongue shall speak his praise : My sins would rouse his wrath to fame,

his wrath delays.

And yet

4 On a poor worm thy pow'r might tread,

And I could ne'er withstand;
Thy justice might have crush'd me dead,

But mercy held thine hand.
5 A thousand wretched souls are fled

Since the last setting sun,
And yet thou length'nest out my thread,

And yet my moments run.
6 Great God, let all my hours be thine,

Whilst I enjoy the light ;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a pleasant night.

HYMN 91. L. M.

An evening hymn.
1
G
REAT God, to thee my ev'ning song

With humble gratitude I raise ;
O let thy mercy tune my tongue,

And fill my heart with lively praise ! 2 My days unclouded as they pass,

And ev'ry gentle rolling hour,
Are monuments of wondrous grace,

And witness to thy love and pow'r. 3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart,

Too oft regardless of thy love,
Ungrateful can from thee depart,

And, fond of trifles, vainly rove. 4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood

Of Jesus: his dear name alone
I plead for pardon, gracious God,

And kind acceptance at thy throne.
5 Let this blest hope mine eyelids close,

With sleep refresh my feeble frame;
Safe in thy care may I repose,
And wake with praises to thy name.