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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.

1 AWAKE, awake the sacred song

To our incarnate Lord;

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.

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HYMN 89. P. M.

The Resurrection of Christ.

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!

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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.

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HYMN 90. P. M.

The Ascension and Kingdom of Christ.
EJOICE, the Lord is King,

1R 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.
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 heav'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,

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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.

WHEN the blest day of Pentecost

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.

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HYMN 92. S. M.

A morning hymn.

EE how the mounting sun
Pursues his shining way;

And wide proclaims his Maker's praise,
With ev'ry bright'ning 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.

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HYMN 93. C. M.

A morning song.

ONCE 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 flame,
And yet his wrath delays.

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 filed
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 GREAT 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.

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