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,- 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 a 3 "No gold, nor purple swaddling bands, "A manger for his cradle stands, o 4 "Go, shepherds, wherethe Infant lies, -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 [here 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! e e Helpless he calls, but men delay:e Ungrateful sinners disobey The first-born Son of God! d 1 HYMN 13. C. M. DoDURIDGE. Christ's Ministry. Luke iv, 18, 19. H ARK-the glad sound! the Saviour comes! The Saviour, promis'd long! 2 On him the Spirit, largely pour'd, Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, ⚫ 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 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! 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, ISLINGTON. 2 With thee, in the obscurest cell, 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-~ -5 Here's my claim, and here alone; o 6 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, |