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To his works, all around him, his mercies extend, Send us thy light, and arm us for the strife
His works have no number, his mercies no end; Against all evils of this mortal life;
He accepteth our thanks, if the heart do but pay; O'er which our Saviour Jesus Christ, thy son,
Tho' we never can reach him, by all we can say. With great humility the conquest won:
How just is the duty! how pure the delight! That when, in glory, our victorious Head
Since whilst we give praises we honour bim right. Shall come to judge the living and the dead,
Praise the Lord, O my soul! all the pow'rs of Wherein he reigns, the everlasting King;

We may, thro' him, to life immortal spring, my mind,

[kind! The Father, Son, and Spirit may adore,
Praise the Lord, who hath been so exceedingly One glorious God Triune, for evermore.
Who spareth my life, and forgiveth my sin,
Still directeth the way that I ought to walk in:
When I speak, let me thank him; whenever I write,
The remembrance of him let the subject excite;

HYMNS FOR CHRISTMAS DAY.
Guide, Lord, to thy glory, my tongue, and my pen,
Yea, let ev'ry thing praise thee-amen, and amen. On this auspicious, memorable morn,

God and the Virgin's holy child was born;
Offspring of Heav'n, whose undefiled birth

Began the process of redeeming Earth;
AN HYMN ON THE OMNIPRESENCE.

Of re-producing Paradise again,

And God's lost image in the souls of men. Oh Lord! thou hast known me, and searched me out,

Adam, who kept not his first state of bliss, Thou see'st, at all times, what I'm thinking about; Rend'red himself incapable of this; When I rise up to labour, or lie down to rest,

Nor could he, with his outward helpmate Eve, Thou markest each motion that works in my This, in our nature, never could be done,

This pure, angelic, virgin birth retrieve: breast;

[tell, My heart has no secrets, but what thou can'st

Until a virgin should conceive a son. Not a word in my tongue, but thou knowest it

Mary, prepar'd for such a chaste embrave, well;

Was destin'd to this miracle of grace; Thou see'st my intention before it is wrought,

In her unfolded the mysterious plan Long before I conceive it, thou knowest my

Of man's salvation, God's becoming man; thought.

His power, with her humility combin'd, Thou art always about me, go whither I will,

Produe'd the sinless Saviour of mankind. All the paths that I take to, 1 meet with thee still;

The heighth and depth of such amazing love I go forth abroad, and am under thine eye,

Nor can we measure, nor the blest above; I retire to myself, and bebold! thou art by;

Its truth whoever reasons right will own, How is it that thou hast encompassid me so

Man never could be sav'd by man alone: That I cannot escape thee, wherever I go?

Salvation is, if rightly we define, Such knowledge as this is too bigh to attain,

Union of human nature with divine. T is a truth which I feel, tho' I cannot explain.

What way to this, unless it had been trod Whither then shall í flee from thy spirit, o By the new birth of an incarnate God? Lord?

Birth of a life, that triumphs over death, What shelter can space from thy presence afford?

A life inspir'd by God's immortal breath; If I climb up to Heav'n, 't is there is thy throne,

For which himself, to save us from the tomb, If I go down to Hell, even there thou art known;

Did not abhor the Virgin Mother's womb. If for wings I should mount on the Morning's

O may this infant Saviour's birth inspire And remain in the uttermost parts of the sea, of real life an humble, chaste desire! Even tbere, let the distance be ever so wide, Raise it up in us! forin it in our mind, Thy hand would support me, thy right hand would like the blest Virgin's, totally resign'd! guide.

A mortal life from Adam we derive;

We are, in Christ, eternally alive,
If I say, peradventure, the dark may conceal
What distance, tho' boundless, is forc'd to reveal,
Yet the dark, at thy presence, would vanish away,
And my covering, the night, would be turn'd into
day:

Christians awake, salute the happy moro, It is I myself only who could not then see,

Whereon the Saviour of the world was born; Yea, the darkness, O Lord, is no darkness to thee: Rise, to adore the mystery of love, The night, and the day, are alike in thy sight,

Which hosts of angels chanted from above: And the darkness, to thee, is as clear as the light. With them the joyful tidings first begun

Of God incarnate, and the Virgin's Son:
Then to the watchful shepherds it was told,

Who heard th' angelic herald's voice-“Behold! THE COLLECT FOR ADVENT SUNDAY.

I bring good tidings of a Saviour's birth

To you, and all the nations upon Earth ; ALMIGHTY God, thy heav'nly grace impart, This day hath God fulfill’d his promis'd word; And cast the works of darkness from our heart; This day is born a Saviour, Christ, the Lord:

swift ray,

ON THE SAME.

In David's city, shepherds, ye shall find

Cheer'd by the star's appearance on the way,
The long foretold Redeemer of mankind;

That pointed where the infant Saviour lay;
Wrapt up in swaddling clothes, the babe divine Meekly they stepp'd into his humble shrine,
Lies in a manger; this shall be your sign." And fell to worshipping the babe divine.
He spake, and straightway the celestial choir,
In hymns of joy, unknown before, conspire:

The Virgin mother saw them all prefer
The praises of redeeming love they sung,

Their off'rings, gold, and frankincense, and myrrh;
And Heav'ns whole orb with hallelujahs rung:

But warn'd of God his Father, in a dream,
God's highest glory was their anthem still;

They disappointed Herod's murd'rous scheme;
Peace upon Earth, and mutual good-will.' [ran, And, having seen the object of their faith,
To Bethlehem straight th’enlightened shepherds Sought their own country by another path.
To see the wonder God had wrought for man;

Does not reflection justly hence arise,
And found, with Joseph and the blessed maid,

That in the east, so famous for the wise,
Her son, the Saviour, in a manger laid.
Amaz'd, the wond'rous story they proclaim;

The truest learning, sapience, and skill,
The first apostles of his infant fame:

Was theirs, who sought, amidst the various ill

Which they beheld, for that predicted scene, While Mary keeps, and ponders in her heart,

That should on Earth commence an heav'nly
The heav'nly vision, which the swains impart;

reign?
They to their flocks, still praising God, return,
And their glad hearts within their bosoms burn. These true inquirers into Nature saw

Let us, like these good shepherds then, employ That Nature must have some superior law;
Our grateful voices to proclaim the joy:

Some righteous monarch, for the good of all,
Like Mary, let us ponder in our mind

To rule with justice this disorder'd ball;
God's wond'rous love in saving lost mankind; Their humble sense of wants, o'erlook'd by pride,
Artless, and watchful, as these favour'd swains, Made them so worthy of the starlike guide.
While virgin meekness in the heart remains:
Trace we the babe, who has retriev'd our loss,

We read how, then, the very pagan school
From bis poor manger to his bitter cross;

Was fill'd with rumours of a Jewish rule:
Treading his steps, assisted by his grace,

Tho' Jews themselves, as at this present day,
Till man's first heav'nly state again takes place:

Dreamt of a worldly domineering sway;
Then may we hope, th' angelic thrones among, The truly wise, or Jew, or Gentile, sought
To sing, redeem'd, a glad triumphal song: A Christ, the object of an happier thought.
He that was born, upon this joyful day,
Around us all, his glory shall display;

They best could understand prophetic page,
Sav'd by bis love, incessant we shall sing

Simple, or learn'd, the shepherd, or the sage:
Of angels, and of angel-men, the King.

Their eyes could see, and follow a true light,
That led them on from prophecy to sight:
Could own the Son who, by the Father's will,

Should reign a King on Sion's holy Hill.
ON THE EPIPHANY.

Of treasures which the wise were mord to bring,

If gold presented might confess the king,
Led by the guidance of a living star,

Incense to his divinity relate,
The eastern sages travell’d from afar

And myrrh denote bis bitter, suff'ring state,
To seek the Saviour, by prophetic fame

They offer'd types of the theandric plan
Describ'd to them as King of Jews by name; Of our salvation, God's becoming man.
Whose birth, to gentiles worthy of his sight,
Was now declar'd by this angelic light.

In this redeeming process all concurr'd

To give sure proof of the prophetic word;
To its full height th' expectancy had grown Jesus, Emanuel, the inward light
Of what the learned foreigners made known; Of all mankind, who seek the truth aright,
When at Jerusalem the sacred news

Forms in the heart of all the wise on Earth
Was spread by them to Herod, and the Jews; The true day-star, the token of his birth.
" Where is he born? For by his star," they said,
“ Thus far to worship him have we been led.”

Herod, who had in his tyrannic mind
No thought of empire, but of earthly kind,

MEDITATIONS
Jealous of this new king of Jewish tribes,

FOR EVERY VAY IN PASSION WEEK.
In haste assembl'd all the priests, and scribes;
Where Christ was to be born was his demand-

MONDAY.
“ In Bethlehem,” they said, “ in Juda's land.”

God in Christ is all love.
He call'd the magi, privately again,

Behold the tender love of God!--behold
To learn from them the time, precisely, when The Shepherd dying to redeem his fold!
The star, which had conducted them, appeard: Who can declare iti-Worthy to be known
And, having all his wily questions cleard,

What tongue can speak it worthily-His owo:
Bad them to seek the child, and from the view From his own sacred lips the theme began,
Come, and tell him, that he might worship too.

The glorious gospel of God's love to man. They journey'd on to the appointed place,

So great, so boundless was it, that he gave Which Jewish priests from prophecy could trace: His only Son—and for what end ?To save;

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Not to condemn; if men reject the light,

All that, in nature, by this act is done
They, of themselves, condemn themselves to night; | Is to give life; and life is in his Son:
God, in bis Son, seeks only to display,

When his humility, bis meekness finds
In ev'ry heart, an everlasting day.

Healing admission, into willing minds,

All wrath disperses, like a gath'ring sore;
“God hath so shown his love to us," says Paul, Pain is its cure, and it exists no more.
“ Even yet sioners, that Christ dy'd for all:”
Peter, that God's all gracious aim is this,
By Christ, to call us to eternal bliss:

WEDNESDAY.
Of all th' inspir'd to understand the view
Love is the text-and love the comment too;

Christ satisfieth the justice of God by fulfilling all

righteousness. The ground to build all faith and works upon; “For God is love"-says the beloved John

JUSTICE demandeth satisfaction-Yes; Short word—but meaning infinitely wide,

And ought to have it where injustice is: Including all that can be said beside;

But-there is none in God-it cannot mean Including all the joyful truths above

Demand of justice where it has full reign: The pow'r of eloquence--for—" God is love.”

To dwell in man it rightfully demands,

Such as he came from his Creator's hands. Think on the proof, that John from Jesus learn'd,

Man had departed from a righteous state, In this was God's amazing love discern'd,

Which he, at first, must have, if God create: Because be sent his Son to us; that we

"Tis therefore callid God's righteousness; and Might live thro' him-how plain it is to see

Be satisfy'd by man's becoming just : [must That, if in this, in ev'ry other fact,

Must exercise good vengeance upon men, Where God is agent, love is in the act.

Till it regain its rights in them again. Essential character, (whatever word

This was the justice, for which Christ became Of diff'rent sound in scripture has occurrd)

A man, to satisfy its righteous claim; Of all that is ascrib'd to God; of all

Became Redeemer of the human race, That can by his iminediate will befall:

That sin, in them, to justice might give place: The Sun's bright orb may lose its shining flame,

To satisfy a just, and righteous will, But ove remains unchangeably the samne.

Is neither more, nor less, than to fulfil.

It was, in God, the loving will that sought

The joy of having man's salvation wrought:
TUESDAY

Hence, in his Son, so infinitely pleas'd
How Christ quencheth the wrath of God in us.

With righteousness fulfill'd, and wrath appeas'd:

Not with mere suff'ring, wbich he never wills, The Saviour dy'd, aceording to our faith, But with mere love, that triumpb'd over ills. To quench, atone, or pacify a wrathBat-"God is love"-he has no wrath his own;

'T was tender mercy-by the church confess'd, Nothing in him to quench, or to atone:

Before she feeds the sacramental guest; Of all the wrath, that scripture has reveal'd,

Rememb’ring him, who offer'd up his soul The poor fall'o creature wanted to be heal'd.

A sacrifice for sin, full, perfect, whole,

Sufficient, satisfactory-and all God, of his own pure love, was pleas'd to give That words (how short of merit!) can recall. The Lord of Life, that thro' him it might live; Thro' Christ; because none other could be found

And when receiv'd his body, and his blood, To heal the human naiure of its wound:

The life enabling to be just, and good, This great physician of the soul had, sure,

Off'ring, available thro' him alone, In him, who gave him, no defect to cure.

Body, and soul, a sacrifice her own:

From himn, from his, so, justice has its due;
He did, he suffer'd ev'ry thing, that we

Itself restor'd, -not any thing in lieu.
From wrath, by sin enkindid, might be free,
The wrath of God, in us, that is, the fire
Of burning life, without the love-desire;

THURSDAY.
Without the light, which Jesus came to raise,
And change the wrath into a joyful blaze. Christ the beginner and finisher of the new life in man,

The wrath is God's; but in himself unfelt; DEAD as men are, in trespasses and sins, As ice and frost are his, and pow'r to melt:

Whence is it in them that new life begins? Not even man could any wrath, as such,

'Tis that, by God's great mercy, love aud grace, Till he had lost his first perfection, touch :

The seed of Christ is in the human race; God has but one immutable good will,

That inward, hidden man, that can revive, To bless his creatures, and to save from ill. And, dead in Adam, rise in Christ alive. Cordial, or bitter a physician's draught,

Life pataral, and life divine possess'd, The patient's health is in his ord'ring thought: Must needs unite, to make a creature bless'd: God's mercies, or God's judgments be the name, The first, a feeling hunger, and desire Eternal health is his all-saving aim.

Of what it cannot of itself acquire; “Vengeance belongs to God"--and so it should wherein the second, entering to dwell, For love alone can turn it all to good.

Makes all an Heav'n, that would be else an Hell. VOL. XV.

As only light all darkness can expel,

SATURDAY.
So was his conquest over death, and Hell,

How Christ by his death overcame death.
The only possible, effectual way
To raise to life what Adam's sin could slay:

Jesus is crucify'd—the previous scene

Of our salvation, and his glorious reign:
Death by the falling, by the rising Man
The resurrection of the dead began.

Mysterious process! tho' by Nature's laws,

Such an effect demanded such a cause: This heav'nly parent of the human race For none but he could form the grand design, The steps, that Adam fell by, could retrace; And raise, anew, the human life divine. Could bear the suff'rings requisite to save; Could die, a man, and triumph o'er the grave:

No less a mystery can claim belief, This, for our sakes, incarnate love could do;

That what belongs to our redeeming chief: Great is the mystery-and greatly true.

Divine, and supernatural indeed

The love that mov'd the Son of God to bleed; Prophets, apostles, martyrs, and the choir But what he was, and did, in each respect, Of holy virgin witnesses, conspire

Was real cause producing its effect. To animate a Christian to endure

Children of Adam needs must share his fall; Whatever cross God gives him, for his cure:

Children of Christ can re-inberit all:
Looking to Jesus, who has led the way
From death to life, from darkness into day.

This was the one, and therefore chosen way,

For Love to manifest its full display:
Unmord by earthly good, or earthly ill, Absurd the thought of arbitrary plans;
The man Christ Jesus wrought God's blessed will: Nature's one, true religion this and man's.
Death, in the nature of the thing, that hour
Wherein be dy'd, lost all its deadly pow'r:

All that we know of God, and Nature too,

Proves the salvation of the gospel true; Then, then was open'd, by what he sustain'd,

Where all unites in one consistent whole,
The gate of life, and Paradise regain'd.

The life of God renew'd witbin the soul:
FRIDAY

Renew'd by Christ-he only could restore

The heav'n in man to what it was before: How the sufferings and death of Christ are available to man's salvation.

Could raise God's image, clos'd in death by sin, With hearts deep rooted in love's holy ground and raise himself, the light of life, therein: Should be ador'd this mystery profound

The one same light that makes angelic bliss; Of God's Messiah, suff'ring in our frame;

That spreads an beav'n thro' Nature's whole abyss: The Lamb Christ Jesus-blessed be his name!

The light of Nature, and the light of men, Dying, in this humanity of ours,

That gives the dead his pow'r to live again. To introduce his own life-giving pow'rs.

“The way, the truth, the life"-whatever terms Herein is love! descending from his throne,

Preferrid, 't is him that ev'ry good affirms; The Fath r's bosom, for our sakes alone,

The one true Saviour; all is dung and dross, What Earth, what Hell, could wrathfully unite

In saving sense, but Jesus and his cross: Of ills, he vanquish'd with enduring might:

All nature speaks; all scripture answers thusLegions of angels ready at command,

“Salvation is the life of Christ in us." Singly he chose to bear, and to withstand.

To bear, intent upon mankind's relief,
Ev'ry excess of ev'ry shame, and grief;
Of inward anguish, past all thought severe;

EASTER COLLECT.
Such as pure innocence alone could bear: ALMIGHTY God! whose blessed will was done
Dev'lish temptation, treachery, and rage,

By Jesus Christ, our Lord, thine only Son; Naked, for us, did innocence engage.

Death overcome, and open'd unto men Naild to a cross it suffer'd, and forgave;

The gate of everlasting life again; And show'd the penitent its pow'r to save:

Grant us, baptiz'd into his death, to die It's majesty confess'd by Naturc's shock;

To all affections, but to things on high; Darkness and earthquake and the rented rock, That when, by thy preventing grace, we find And opening graves—the prelude to that pow'r,

The good desires to rise within our mind, Which rose in suff'ring Love's momentous hour.

Our wills may tend as thine shall still direct,

And bring the good desires to good effect; No other pow'r could save, but Jesus can; Thro' him, the one Redeemer from the fall, The living God was in the dying man:

Who liv'd and dy'd, and rose again for all.
Who, perfected by suff'rings, from the grave
Rose in the fulness of all pow'r to save:
With that one blessed life of God to fill
The vacant soul, that yieldeth up its will.

EASTER DAY.
To learn is ev'ry pious Christian's part, The morning dawns; the third approaching day
From his great master, this most holy art; Can only show the place where Jesus lay :
This our high calling, privilege, and prize, Angels descend-Remember what he said,
With him to suffer, and with bim to rise:

“ He is not here, but risen from the dead; To live to die-meek, patient, and resign'd Betray'd into the hands of sinful men, To God's good pleasure, with a Christ-like mind. The Son of man must die, and rise again."

So sang the prophets, ever since the fall; He took our nature, and sustain'd Of rites ordain'd the meaning this, thro' all:

The mis'ries of its sinful state; This, by the various sacrifice of old,

Sinless himself, for us regain'd
Memorial type, and shadow, was foretold:

To Paradise an open gate.
Even false worship, careless bat is meant,
Gave to this truth an ignorant consent.

CHO. Worthy of all pow'r and praise, &c. Christ is the sum, and substance of the whole

As Adam rais'd a life of sin, That God has done, or said, to save a soul:

So Christ, the Serpent-bruising seed, To raise himself a church; when that is done,

By God's appointment could begin The world becomes the kingdom of his Son :

The birth, in us, of life indeed : An Heav'n restord to the redeem'd, the born

He did begin; parental head, Of hin, who rose on this auspicious morn.

As Adam fell, so Jesus stood; He that was dead, in order to restore,

Fulfilld all righteousness, and said Behold! he is alive for evermore:

“'Tis finish'd !"on the sacred wood. An beavenly Adam, full impower'd to give

CHO. Worthy of all pow'r and praise, &c. 'The life, that men were first design'd to live: Fountain of life, come whosoever will

Fini b'd his work, to quench the wrath,
To quench his thirst, and freely take his fill. That sin had brought on Adam's race;

To pave the sole, and certain path
Mankind, in him, are life's predestin'd heirs; From nature's life, to that of grace:
His rising glories the first-fruits of theirs:
Hearts, that renounce the slavery to sin,

For joy of this, God's only Son
Feel of his pow'r the living warmth within:

Endur'd the cross, despis'd the shame,
Of strength’ning faith, of joyous hope possest, And gave the victory, so won,
And heav'n-producing love, within the breast. For imitating love to claim.

The breast-the temple of the Holy Ghost, CHO. Worthy of all pow'r and praise, &c.
When once enliven'd by this beav'nly host:
His resurrection, the sure proof of ours,

To tread the path that Jesus trod, Will there exert his death-destroying pow'rs;

Aided by him, be our employ; Till all his sons shall ineet before his throne

To die to sin, and live to God,
In glorious bodies, fashion'd like his own,

And yield bim the fair parchas'd joy:
To all the laws that Love has made

Stedfast, unsbaken to attend;
He died, he rose, bimself our aid,

“ Lo! I am with you to the end.”
AN HYMN FOR EASTER DAY.

CHORUS. The Lord is risen! He who came

Worthy of all pow'r and praise, To suffer death, and conquer too,

He who died and rose again; Is risen; let our song proclaim

Lamb of God, and slain to raise The praise to man's Redeemer due:

Man, to life redeem'd-Amen. To him whom God, in tender love,

Always, alike, to bless inclin'd, Sent to redeem us, from above;

ON WHITSUNDAY.
To save, to sanctify mankind.

Jesus, ascended into Heav'n again,
CHORUS.

Bestow'd this wond'rous gift upon good men, * Worthy of all pow'r and praise,

That various nations, by bis spirit led, He who dy'd and rose again;

All understood what Galileans said: Lamb of God, and slain to raise

He gave the word, who form'd the list’ning ear, Man, to life redeem'd-amen."

And truth became in ev'ry language clear. That life which Adam ceas'd to live,

One country's tongue, to his apostles known, When to this world he turn'd his heart,

To ev'ry pious soul became its own: And to his children could not give,

The well dispos'd, from all the world around, The second Adam can impart.

With holy wonder, heard the gospel sound;

Their hearts prepard to hear it-God's command We, on our earthly parent's side,

No obstacle in nature could withstand.
Could but receive a life of earth;
The Lord from Heaven, he liv'd, and died,

Nature itself, if ev'ry heart was right,
And rose to give us heav'nly birth.

All jarring languages would soon unite:

Her's is but one, intelligible guide; CHO. Worthy of all pow'r and praise, &c. But tongues are numberless where hearts divide:

The Babel projects bring them to their birth, This mortal life, this living death,

And scatter discord o'er the face of Earth.
Shows that in Adam we all die;
In Christ we have immortal breath,

The prince of peace now sending, from above, And life's unperishing supply:

His Holy Spirit of uniting love,

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