7 My lips shall dwell upon his praise, And spread his name abroad:
Let all the sons of Adam raise
The honours of their God.
GOD moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.
2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will.
3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace: Behind a frowning providence, He hides a smiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour:
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain: God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.
2 Should lowing herds, and bleating sheep, Around their famish'd master die; And hope itself despairing, weep, While life deplores its last supply: 3 Amid the dark, the dreadful scene, If I can say, The Lord is mine! The joy shall triumph o'er the pain, And glory dawn, though life decline. 4 The God of my salvation lives; My nobler life he will sustain: His word immortal vigour gives; Nor shall my glorious hope be vain.
5 Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart, Though every earthly comfort die: Thy smile can bid my pains depart, And raise my sacred pleasures high.
6 Oh! let me hear thy blissful voice Inspiring life and joys divine: The barren desert shall rejoice: "Tis paradise if thou art mine.
THE INCARNATION, ETC. OFFICES AND CHARACTERS OF CHRIST.
HARK! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King!
"Peace on earth, and mercy mild, "God to sinners reconciled."
Joyful all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skies: With the angelic host proclaim, "Christ is born in Bethlehem."
2 Christ, by highest heaven adored; Christ, the everlasting Lord; Late in time behold him come, Offspring of a virgin's womb! Veil'd in flesh the Godhead see; Hail the incarnate Deity!
Pleased as man with men to appear, Jesus, our Immanuel, here.
3 Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace! Hail, the Sun of Righteousness! Light and life to all he brings, Ris'n with healing in his wings. Mild he lays his glory by; Born, that man no more may Born, to raise the sons of earth; Born, to give immortal birth.
4 Come, Desire of nations, come! Fix in us thy humble home: Rise, the woman's conquering seed: Bruise in us the serpent's head. Adam's likeness now efface; Stamp thy image in its place: Second Adam from above,
Reinstate us in thy love.
HARK! the glad sound, the Saviour comes, The Saviour promised long:
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.
2 On him the Spirit largely pour'd
Exerts his sacred fire:
Wisdom, and might, and zeal, and love, His holy breast inspire.
3 He comes, the prisoners to release, In Satan's bondage held:
The gates of brass before him burst, The iron fetters yield.
4 He comes, from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray;
And on the eyes oppress'd with night, To pour celestial day.
5 He comes the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure;
And with the treasures of his grace, To enrich the humble poor.
6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace! Thy welcome shall proclaim; And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name.
BRIGHT and joyful is the morn, For to us a Child is born:
From the highest realms of heaven. Unto us a Son is given.
2 On his shoulder he shall bear Power and majesty, and wear On his vesture and his thigh, Names most awful and most high.
3 Wonderful in counsel He, The incarnate Deity:
Sire of ages ne'er to cease,
King of kings, and Prince of Peace.
4 Come and worship at his feet, Yield to Christ the homage meet: From his manger to his throne, Homage due to God alone.
COME, ye saints, this morn behold! Israel's Saviour-long foretold: Christ is born-Messiah comes! Bear the tidings to your homes.
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