Moses, the man of God, foretold
This great Fulfiller of his law.

3

The types bore witness to his name, Obtain'd their chief design and ceas'd The incense, and the bleeding lamb, The ark, the altar, and the priest.

4

Predictions in abundance meet,
To join their blessings on his head;
Jesus, we worship at thy feet,
And nations own the promis'd seed.

HYMN 61. P. M.

SURE thy name is Wonderful
Counsellor, the mighty God,
Whom the heavenly hosts adore,
Praise we through the earth abroad,

2

Thou the Godhead bearing down
To the sight of mortal man,
Flesh in form, and God in pow'r,
Suited art to all thy plan.

3

Center'd in thy lovely face,

Judgment, mercy, both appear ;
All the Father's honour meets,
All his glory triumphs here.

4

Thou that Prophet art and King,
Thou the Priest foretold to rise;
Thou the sacrificer art,

Thou too art the sacrifice.

5

Lamb of God, that once was slain,
Bleeding on the painful tree,

Risen and ascended high,
We adore thy majesty.

6

Wonderful art thou in pow'r,
Wonderful art thou in love;
Be thou all our theme below,
Be thou all our heav'n above!

SEE, O my soul, with wonder ste!

Array'd in flesh, thy God, Cloth'd with my whole humanity, And deeply drench'd in blood

2

My flesh, my blood, and bone espous'd;
(O the amazing plan !)

From nature's death and darkness rous'd,
When God became a man.

3

My frame, once pure, was marr'd and harm'd,
Between his hands quite spoil'd;
But now a nobler vessel form'd,

When God became a child.

4

At Bethl'em was my purer birth,
The virgin mother mine,
His heav'n married to my earth,
In Christ the man divine.

WHEN God would prove his love

To all the ruin'd race, Descending from above,

As full of truth and grace,

He join'd our nature to his own,
And sav'd us in himself alone.

2

The work he well perform'd
In love he came to do;
The pow'rs of hell he storm'd,
And drove th' infernal crew;
O'er death itself victorious rose,
Triumphant over all our foes.

3

Hail, dear almighty King!

We praise thee for thy grace; Thy victories we sing,

Thou Prince of life and peace;

To thee eternal praise is due,

Who by thyself mad'st all things new.

HYMN 64. C. M.

MORTALS awake, with Angels join,

And chaunt the solemn lay; Joy, love and gratitude combine To hail th' auspicious day.

2

In heav'n the rapt'rous song began,
And sweet seraphic fire

Through all the shining legions ran,
And strung and tun'd the lyre.

3

Swift through the vast expanse it flies, And loud the echo roll'd;

The theme, the song, the joy was great, 'Twas more than heav'n could hold.

4

Down through the portals of the sky
Th' impetuous torrent ran;

And angels flew with eager joy
To bear the news to man.

5

Hark! the cherubic armies shout,
And glory leads the song :

Good will and peace are heard throughout
Th' harmonious, heav'nly throng.

6

Hail, Prince of Life, for ever hail !
Redeemer, Brother, Friend !

Though earth, and time, and life should fail,
Thy praise shall never end.

HYMN 65. C. M.

WHAT condescending grace and love

Did Christ for us display,
Who left the glorious worlds above,
To dwell in mortal clay !

2

He not th' angelic form assum'd,
Nor the celestial frame :
Though angels nobler natures Doast,
And boast a nobler name.

3

Behold, of Abrah'm's faithful seed
The great Redeemer born;
See him, in mortal flesh appear,
Our nature to adorn !

4

It well the Saviour's love became,
A human form to wear,

That he might thus our guilt atone,
And our transgressions bear.

5

Jesus, our merciful High Priest,
Inflam'd with love divine,

Redeem'd his people with his blood,
And did his life resign.

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6

Then to the throne of sov'reign grace,
Let us with joy draw near,
That we may gain a rich supply;
For all we want is there.

HYMN 66. L.M.

THE Lord is come, the heav'ns proclaim

His birth the nations learn his name ;

:

An unknown star directs the road

Of eastern sages to their God.

2

All ye bright armies of the skies,
Go, worship where the Saviour lies;
Angels and kings before him bow,
Those gods on high and gods below.

3

Let idols totter to the ground,

And their own worshippers confound;
But Judah shout, but Sion sing,
And earth confess her sov'reign King.

HYMN 67. C. M.

How strange the tidings, how profound!
That God a man should be ;

In servant's form the Lord was found,
To make us servants free.

2

Our Father lov'd us worms so well,
He put our nature on,

And thus became Immanuel,
The Father and the Son.

3

He finish'd what his love began,
For Adam's ruin'd race;