"Go, my beloved Son!" he cried, "Be thou their Saviour, thou their guide." 4 The eastern star with glory streams; It comes, with healing on its beams. Dark mists of error fleet away, And Judah hails the rising day. 5 His sacred memory we bless, Whose holy gospel we profess; And praise that great Almighty name, From whom such light and favour came.

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10 those who fear and trust the Lord, His mercy stands for ever sure. From age to age his promise lives, And the performance is secure.

2 He spake to Abr'am and his seed:

"In thee shall all the world be bless d!" The mem'ry of that ancient word Lay long in his eternal breast.

3 But now no more shall Israel wait;
No more the Gentiles lie forlorn.
Lo! the desire of nations comes;
Behold! the promis'd seed is born.

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ONS of Adam! join to raise
Songs of gratitude and praise.
Emulate the choirs above;
Celebrate eternal love.

2 Endless ages saw the scheme;
Endless ages sang the theme:
Man, in God's own image made,
Honour, glory, on his head.

3 Raptur'd, all the sons of light
Hail'd the moment, mercy bright,
When to Jesus, Lord from heav'n,
Thus the glorious charge was giv'n:
4 "Go, proclaim Jehovah's grace;
Fear destroy, and guilt efface;
Conquer death, unbar the grave:
Lo! thy work-the world to save."
5 Speak your pleasures, happy race,
Objects of your Father's grace!
All the family of earth
Glory in your Saviour's birth!

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HYMN 104. P. M.

IVE thanks to God most high,

G The universal Lord,

The sov'reign King of kings;
And be his grace ador'd.

His pow'r and grace
Are still the same;
And let his name

Have endless praise.

2 He saw the nations lie

All perishing in sin,

And pitied the sad state
The ruin'd world was in.

Thy mercy, Lord,
Shall still endure;
And ever sure
Abides thy word.

3 He sent his only Son

To save us from our wo,

From Satan, sin, and death,

And ev'ry hurtful foe.

His pow'r and grace
Are still the same;
And let his name

Have endless praise.

4 Give thanks aloud to God,
To God the heav'nly King;
And let the spacious earth
His works and glories sing.
Thy mercy, Lord,

Shall still endure;
And ever sure

Abides thy word.

VI.

OFFICE AND MEDIATION OF CHRIST.

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HYMN 105. L. M.

MMORTAL God! on thee we call,
The great original of all.

From thee we are, to thee we tend,

Our sure support, our glorious end.

2 We praise that wise, that wondrous grace,
That pitied our revolted race,
And Jesus, our victorious head,
The captain of salvation made.

3 He, thine eternal love decreed,
Should many sons to glory lead:
And sinful worms to him are giv'n,
A colony to people heav'n.

4 Jesus for us (O gracious name!)
Encounter'd agony and shame;
Jesus, the glorious and the great,
Was by dire suff' rings made complete.
5 A scene of wonders here we see,
Worthy thy Son, and worthy thee;
And, while this theme employs our tongues,
All heav'n unites its sweetest songs.

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HYMN 106, L. M.

H' eternal Sov'reign from on high
Cast on the sons of men his eye,
To see, if any understood,

And fear'd, and lov'd their Maker, God.
2 But all were so degen'rate grown,
None the true God had fully known;
Both Jew and Gentile long had been
By lust enslav'd, and dead in sin.
3 Both gone from wisdom's path astray,
Pursu'd the errors of their way,
With dismal superstition blind;

And causeless terrors fill'd their mind.
4 Who, gracious God! to sinners' eyes
Could bid the wish'd salvation rise?
Thy Son did light and truth display,
And turn their darkness into day.

5 No flesh shall boast of righteousness,
But guilty shali themselves confess;
And, when they hear thy pard'ning voice,
In thy salvation shall rejoice.

HYMN 107. L. M.

1 BEHOLD, the blind their sight receive!

Behold, the dead awake and live!

The dumb speak wonders, and the lame
Leap like the hart, and bless his name
2 Thus doth th' eternal Spirit own
And seal the mission of the Son;
The Father vindicates his cause,
While he hangs bleeding on the cross.
3 He dies; the heav'ns in mourning stood:
He rises, and appears a God.

Behold the Lord ascending high,
No more to bleed, no more to die.
4 Hence, and for ever, from my heart
I bid my doubts and fears depart;
And to those hands my soul resign,
Which bear credentials so divine.

HYMN 108. L. M.

HAT works of wisdom, pow'r, and love,
Do Jesus' high commission prove!

Attest his heav'n-derived claim,

And glorify his Father's name!

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eyes that never saw the day, pours the bright celestial ray; And deafen'd ears, by him unbound, Catch all the harmony of sound. 3 Lameness takes up its bed, and goes Rejoicing in the strength that flows Through ev'ry nerve; and, free from pain, Pours forth to God the grateful strain. 4 The shatter'd mind his word restores, And tunes afresh the mental pow'rs; The dead revive, to life return, And bid affection cease to mourn.

5 Canst thou, my soul, these wonders trace, And not admire Jehovah's grace?