THEE, mighty Father, we adore, With one consent, we bow the knee; Thou didst not scorn the virgin's womb. The Paschal Lamb, foreshewn of old, Almighty everlasting Three, No other God we have but thee; A HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS DAY. SING Jehovah, man become, Love supreme and boundless pow'r. All at once your voices raise: Full and perfect be the choir. Sons of Levi, lead the band, Tender youths and virgins fair, With the softly warbling flute Happy souls advanc'd in grace, WHO LEFT LONDON TO ENJOY THE ADVANTAGES OF A RELIGIOUS RETIREMENT IN THE COUNTRY. HAPPY, highly favour'd maid, From the noise of folly fled, To the land of peace and love. To holy solitude and pray'r, He who call'd would meet thee there. In retirement thou shalt know Joys religion can bestow. He shall of them all partake, And in thorns of beauty shew'd Wisdom born and bred on high, Still with sweet though pensive look All of these we seek in vain In the busy hum of men. They shun the mad fantastic crowd, |