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AUTHOR. PAGE Thanksgiving.......

From the German.... 67 Thoughts of Christ

E. Caswall. ............... 111 Thoughtlessness

Henry Moore .... 176 Thy Mercies are great

J. E. Carpenter....... 264 Thy Will be done..

Anna L. Waring ......... Time's Flight..

Anonymous........... Time, how Swift..

Rev. John Newton.... To yonder Side.....

R. M. M'Cheyne.......... Trust in the Lord...

Dr. Watts. Trust in God........

Paul Gerhardt.... True Pleasure.......

William Cowper ......... Trust in God, and do the Right. Rev. Norman Macleod... 196 True and False Comforts

William Couper.......... 204 Tort not Thy Face away.............. Bishop Heber.. Uncertainty of Life.......................

Rev. John Newton ....... Unto Him who hath loved us........ W. E. Littlewood...... Vanity of the World.

William Corper ......... Waiting for the Hour..

W. H. Bathurst..... Weary of Wandering......

Rev. Charles Wesley ... Welcome to the Table.

William Cowper ....... 237 We've no abiding City here........... Thomas Kelly.. What various Hindrances we meet William Coroper.. What equal Honours shall we bring? Dr. Watts........

221 Whit-Sunday Hymn .........

Joseph Hart... What though I trace.........

Anonymous....

209 When all Thy Mercies, O, my God! Joseph Addison... When I can read my Title clear..... Dr. Watts...... When I survey Thy wondrous Cross Ditto.

115 Worthy the Lamb......

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Worthy the Lamb........

Dr. Watts.
Ye Servants of the Lord............. Dr. Doddridge ............
Zion, or the City of God............. Rev. John Newton........

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RELIGIOUS SONG BOOK.

CHRISTMAS MORN. - Domain

Tune-"St. Matthias." -"Hymns SAMUEL RICH

"OHARDD.J . { Ancient and Modern."
THOUGH rude winds usher thee, sweet day,

Though clouds thy face deform,
Though nature's grace is swept away

Before thy sleety storm ;
E'en in thy sombrest wintry vest,
Of blessed days thou art most blest.
Nor frigid air nor gloomy morn

Shall check our jubilee;
Bright is the day when Christ was born,

No sun need shine but He ;
Let roughest storms their coldest blow,
With love of Him our hearts shall glow.
Inspired with high and holy thought,

Fancy is on the wing ;
It seems as to mine ear it brought

Those voices carolling,
Voices through heaven and earth that ran,
Glory to God, goodwill to man !
I see the shepherds gazing wild

At those fair sprites of light;
I see them bending o'er the Child

With that untold delight
Which marks the face of those who view
Things but too happy to be true.

There, in the lowly manger laid,

Incarnate God they see ;
He stoops to take, through spotless maid,

Our frail humanity.
Son of high God, creation's Heir,
He leaves His heaven to raise us there!

Through Him, Lord, we are born anew,

Thy children once again ;
Ob, day by day our hearts renew,

That Thine we may remain,
And, angel-like, may all agree,
One sweet and holy family.

Oft as this joyous morn doth come

To speak our Saviour's love,
Oh, may it bear our spirits home,

Where he now reigns above;
That day which brought Him from the skies,
Apd man restores to Paradise !

Then let winds usher thee, sweet day,

Let clouds thy face deform ;
Though nature's grace is swept away

Before thy sleety storm ;
E'en in thy sombrest wintry vest,
Of blessed days thou art most blest.

CHRISTMAS DAY.
REV. CHARLES WESLEY.] [Tune“ Čorale.” MENDELSSOHN,

HARK! the herald-angels sing
“ Glory to the new-born King!
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled I"

Joyful, all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skies ;
Universal pature say,
Christ the Lord is born to-day!
Christ, by highest heaven adored ;
Christ, the Everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold Him come,
Offspring of the Virgin's womb:
Veild in flesh the Godhead see ;
Hail th' Incarnate Deity,
Pleased as man with men to appear,
Jesus, our Immanuel here !
Hail! the heavenly Prince of Peace !
Hail! the Sun of Righteousness !
Light and life to all He brings,
Risen with healing in His wings.
Mild He lays His glory by,
Born that man no more may die ;
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Come, Desire of nations, come,
Fix in us Thy humble home!
Rise, the Woman's conquering Seed,
Bruise in us the Serpent's head!
Now display Thy saving power,
Ruin'd nature now restore,
Now in mystic union join
Thine to ours, and ours to Thine !
Adam's likeness, Lord, efface;
Stamp Thy image in its place ;
Second Adam from above,
Reinstate us in Thy love!
Let us Thee, though lost, regain,
Thee, the Life, the Heavenly Man:
Oh, to all Thyself impart,
Form'd in each believing heart !

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