SRAEL in ancient days,

Not only had a view

Of Sinai in a blaze,

But learn'd the gospel too: The types and figures were a glass, In which they saw the Saviour's face..

2 The paschal sacrifice,

And blood-besprinkled door,-
Seen with enlighten'd eyes,

And once apply'd with pow'r,Would teach the need of other blood, To reconcile an angry God.

3 The lamb, the dove, set forth
His perfect innocence,
Whose blood of matchless worth
Should be the soul's defence:
For he who can for sin atone,
Must have no failings of his own.

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3 "No gold, nor purple swaddling bands,
"Nor royal shining things;

"A manger for his cradle stands,
"And holds the King of kings!

o 4 "Go, shepherds, wherethe Infant lies,
"And see his humble throne;
p "With tears of joy in all your eyes,
"Go, shepherds, kiss the Son."

-5 Thus Gabriel sang-and straight a The heav'nly armies throng; [round, They tune their harps to lofty sound,. And thus conclude the song:

Infancy of the Saviour.

SIGHT of anguish! view it near,

P10, What weeping innocetice is

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A manger for his bed! -The brutes yield refuge to his woee Men, worse than brutes, no pity show, Nor give him friendly aid!

o 2 Why do no rapid thunders roll? Why do no tempests rock the pole? e O miracle of grace!

Or why no angels on the wing, Warm for the honour of their king, e To punish all the race!

e 3 Tho' now an INFANT bath'd in tears, . He call'd to form the rolling spheres; And seraphs own'd his nod!

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e Helpless he calls, but men delay:e Ungrateful sinners disobey

The first-born Son of God!

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HYMN 13. C. M. DoDURIDGE.

Christ's Ministry. Luke iv, 18, 19.

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ARK-the glad sound! the Saviour comes!

The Saviour, promis'd long!
-Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne-
And ev'ry voice a song.

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

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

⚫ 3 He comes-the pris'ners to release, In Satan's bondage held,

o The gates of brass before him burstThe iron fetters yield.

o 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.

e 5 He comes-the broken heart to bindThe bleeding soul to cure;

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

3 O how benevolent and kind!
How mild-how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,
And these the rules by which we live.

4 To do his heav'nly Father's will, Was his employment and delight; Humility and holy zeal

Shone through his life divinely bright..

5 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labours of his life were love;
Then, if we bear the Saviour's name,
By his example let us move.

ISLINGTON.

2 With thee, in the obscurest cell,
On some bleak mountain would 1 dwell,
Rather than pompous courts behold,
And share their grandeur and their gold.

d3 Away, ye charms of mortal joy!

Raptures divine my thoughts employ! o I see the King of glory shine;e I feel his love, and call him mine.

On Tabor thus his servants view'd His lustre, when transform'd he stood; And, bidding earthly scenes farewell, d Cried, "Lord, 'tis pleasant here to dwell."

ANY woes had Christ endur'd, Many sore temptations met, Patient and to pains inur'd;

e But the sorest trial yet

Was to be sustain'd in thee,a Gloomy-sad-Gethsemane!

e 2 Came at length the dreadful night! d Vengeance, with its iron rod,

Stood, and with collected might, Bruis'd the harmless Lamb of God: p See, my soul, the Saviour seeProstrate in Gethsemane.

e 4 All my sins against my God-~
All my sins against his laws
All my sins against his blood-
All my sins against his cause:-
Sins as boundless as the sea!
Hide me, O Gethsemane!

-5 Here's my claim, and here alone;
None a Saviour more can need;
Deeds of righteousness I've none;
Not a work that I can plead;
Not a glimpse of hope for me,
Only in Gethsemane.

o 6 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One almighty God of love,
Prais'd by all the heav'nly host,
In thy shining courts above-
We poor sinners, gracious Three;
Praise thee for Gethsemane. FINEDON.