6 Adam's likeness now efface;
Stamp thine image in its place;
Second Adam from above!
Make us heirs of heav'n and love.

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98.

UNTO us a Son is given;

'Tis the promis'd Christ is meant ; Bands of angels come from heaven, To announce the tidings sent; Fill'd with rapture,

Celebrate the great event,

2 "Glory in the highest glory

"Be to God, and peace on earth :”
Now proclaim the joyful story
Of the mighty Saviour's birth;
Let the tidings

Fill the world with sacred mirth.

3 This is "The desire of nations"
Promis'd to the church so long;
Object of her expectations;
Burden of prophetic song:
This we carol,

With the radiant heav'nly throng.

4 See fulfil'd prophetic vision,
"Unto us a child is born;"

Tho' an object of derision;

Tho' the theme of human scorn;
We his people,

Hail his birth, and cease to mourn.

5 Jesus comes, the Lord from heaven! Christ the mighty God, appears! Unto us a Son is given,"

There is music in our ears:
Nothing sweeter,

Mortal or immortal hears.

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99.

E'LL sing, nor heed the scorn;
Our theme is come from heav'n;

"To us a child is born,

To us a Son is giv'n :"

The sweetest news that ever came,
We'll sing, tho' all the world should blame.

2 The long-expected morn

Has dawn'd upon the earth; The Saviour Christ is born,

And angels sing his birth:

We'll join the bright seraphic throng,
We'll share their joys, and swell their song.

3 O'tis a lofty theme,

Supplied by angel tongues!

All other subjects seem

Unworthy of our songs :

This sacred theme has boundless charms;

It fills, it captivates, it warms.

4 We sing of peace divine,

Of grace to guilty man;

No wisdom, Lord! but thine,

Could form the wond'rous plan :

Where peace and righteousness embrace, And justice goes along with grace. 5 Give praise to God on high,

With angels round the throne; Let saints prolong the cry;

Give praise to God alone:

'Tis meet that we our songs should raise, And give our Jesus endless praise.

100.

1 BELOVED Jesus! Lord of love!

How sweet thy gracious name!

With joy thy mission we review,
On which thy mercy came.

2 While all thy own angelic bands
Stood waiting on the wing;
Charm'd with the honor to obey
Their great eternal King!

3 For us, mean, wretched, sinful men,
Thou laid'st thy glory by ;

First in our mortal flesh to serve;
Then in that flesh, to die.

4 But with thy righteousness and blood,
We doubly, Lord! are thine;

To thee our lives we would devote,
To thee our death resign.

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101.

HE King of glory sends his Son
To make his entrance on the earth;
Behold the midnight bright as noon,

And heav'nly hosts declare his birth!

2 Around the young Redeemer's head What wonders and what glories meet! An unknown star arose, and led

The eastern sages to his feet.

3 Simeon and Anna both conspire

The infant Saviour to proclaim; Mov'd by the Spirit's holy fire,

They bless'd the babe, and own'd his name.

4 Let unbelief blaspheme aloud,

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And treat the holy child with scorn;
Our souls adore th' eternal God,
Who condescended to be born.

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THE PERSON OF CHRIST.

102.

RE the bright heav'ns were stretch'd abroad,
From everlasting was the Word:

With God he was; the "Word was God,"
And must divinely be ador'd.

2 By his own pow'r were all things made
By him supported, all things stand;

He is the whole creation's head,
And angels fly at his command.

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3 Ere Adam sinn'd, or Satan fell,
He rul'd the host of morning stars ;
Who can his brighter glories tell,
Or tell the majesty he wears?

4 But, lo! he left the heav'nly throne,
Low to descend, and dwell in clay ;'
Bereft of all he call'd his own,
In infant's feeble form he lay.

5 Shepherds with joy beheld his face,
Th' eternal Father's only Son:
How full of truth! how full of grace!
When bright to faith, the Godhead shone !

6 Archangels left their high abode,

To learn new myst'ries here, and tell
The love of our descending God,
The glories of Immanuel.

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103.

HOSANNA to the infant Son

Of David's royal line!

His nature's two, his person one,—
Mysterious and divine.

2 The root of David here, we find,
And offspring, are the same:
Eternity and time are join'd

In our Immanuel's name.

3 Bless'd He that came in infant form,
With truth and grace from heav'n!
Let hosannas of the highest tone,
To Christ, our Lord, be giv'n.