The gift unfpeakable
We thankfully receive,
And to the world thy goodnefs tell
O may we to thee live!
Jefus, the holy child,
Doth by his birth declare, That God and man are reconcil'd, And one in him we are. Salvation through his name To loft mankind is giv❜n,
And loud his infant cries proclaim
peace 'twixt earth and heav'n.
A peace on earth he brings,
Which never more fhall end;
The Lord of Hofts, the King of Kings,
Declares himself our friend;
Affumes our flesh and blood,
That we his fpirit may gain,
The everlasting Son of God,
The mortal Son of Man.
O may we all receive
The new-born Prince of Peace,
And meekly in his fpirit live,
And in his love increase!
Till he conveys us home,
Cry ev'ry foul aloud,
"Come, thou Defire of Nations, come, And take us all to God."
HYMN XXXIV. Circumcifion of Chrift.
SEE, my foul, with wonder fee,
The incarnate Deity;
Human nature he affumes,
He to ranfom finners comes;
He was not conceiv'd in fin,
He was infinitely clean:
Him no finful fpot difguis'd,
Yet, lo! he was circumcis'd.
He fulfill'd all righteousness,
Standing in our legal place;
From the cradle to the crois
All he did he did for us:
He did all our woes retrieve,
He expir'd that we might live;
By his ftripes our wounds are heal'd,
By his blood our peace is feal'd.
Jefu's pain procures our eafe,
Jefu's death is our releafe,
Jefu's crofs obtains our crown,
Jefu's fepulchre our throne;
Lord, conform us to thy death,
Bid our fins yield up their breath
By thy refurrection's pow'r
Make our fouls to glory foar.
Circumcife our filthy hearts,
Purify our inward parts;
Lord, deftroy the carnal mind,
That in thee we peace niay find 2
In thy righteousness array'd,
Let us triumph and be glad ;
Let us walk with thee in white,
Till we fee thy face in light.
HYMN XXXV.
Chrift's Compaffion for the Tempted. WITH joy we meditate the grace Of our High-Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels melt with love.
Touch'd with a fympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what fore temptations mean,
For he hath felt the fame.
He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Pour'd out his cries and tears ;
And in his meature feels afreth
What ev'ry member bears.
He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raife it to a flame;
The bruifed reed he never breaks, .. Nor fcorns the meanest name.
Then let our humble faith addrefs
His mercy and his pow'r ;
We fhall obtain delivering grace
In the diftreffing hour.
HYMN XXXVI. Chrift's Paffion.
E that pafs by behold the Man,
The Man of Grief condemn'd for you The Lamb of God for finners flain, Weeping to Calvary pursue.
His facred limbs they ftretch, they tear,
With nails they fasten to the wood
His facred limbs expos'd and bare,
Or only cover'd with his blood.
See there, his temples crown'd with thorns,
His bleeding hands extended wide,
His ftreaming feet transfixt and torn,
The fountain gufhing from his fide.
Oh, thou dear fuff'ring Son of God,
How doth thy heart to finners move!
Help us to catch thy precious blood,
Help us to taste thy dying love.
The earth could to her centre quake,
Convuls'd while her Creator died:
may our inmoft nature flake,
And bow with Jefus crucified!
At the laft gafp, the graves difplay'd
Their horrors to the upper fkies:
Oh, that pur fouls might burft the fhade,
And quicken'd by thy death arise!
The rocks could feel thy pow'rful death,
And tremble, and afunder part:
Oh, rend with thy expiring breath
The harder marble of our heart!
HYMN XXXVII.
Chrift's Sufferings and Glory,
NOW for a tune of lofty praife,
To great Jehovah's only Son;
Awake, my voice, in heav'nly lays,
-Tell the loud wonders he hath done.
Down to this bafe, this finful earth,
Jefus the Saviour came to die;
He came t'atone Almighty wrath,
And bring the distant rebel nigh.
Deep in the fhades of gloomy death,
The Almighty Captive pris'ner lay;
The Almighty Captive left the earth,
And rofe to everlasting day.
Lift up your eyes, ye fons of light,
Up to his throne of fhining grace:
See what immortal glories fit
Round the sweet beauties of his face.
Amongst a thousand harps and fongs,
Jefus the God exalted reigns;
O may his praife fill all our tongues,
And echo to the heav'nly plains!
HYMN XXXVIII. The Same.
WHAT equal honours fhall we bring
To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb,
Since all the notes that angels fing
Are far inferior to thy name?
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