1 ANGELS, from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth; Ye who sang creation's story, Now proclaim Messiah's birth; Come and worship,
Worship Christ the new-born King. 2 Shepherds, in the field abiding, Watching o'er your flocks by night, God with man is now residing, Round you shines the heav'nly light. Come and worship,
Worship Christ the new-born King. 3 Saints before the altar bending, Watching long in hope and fear; Suddenly the Lord, descending, In his temple shall appear; Come and worship,
Worship Christ the new-born King.
1 NOW gracious Lord! thine arm reveal, And make thy glory known: Now let us all thy presence feel,
And soften hearts of stone!
2 Help us to come before thy throne, Pleading a Saviour's name;
For all that we can call our own, Is vanity and shame.
3 From all the guilt of former sin Let mercy set us free!
And let each year that we begin, Begin and end with thee.
4 And when before thee we appear, In our eternal home,
May growing numbers worship here, And praise thee in our room.
1 HOW quickly pass the narrow bounds, Of the revolving year!
How swift the weeks complete their rounds, How short the months appear.
2 So fast eternity comes on,
And that important day,
When all that mortal life hath done God's judgement shall survey.
3 Waken O God! each trifling heart Its great concern to see!
That we may act the Christian part, And give the year to thee.
4 So shall their course more grateful roll, If future years arise,
Or this shall bear the ransom'd soul To joy that never dies.
1 THE year rolls round, and steals away
The breath that first it gave; Swift as a river to the sea
We're passing to the grave.
2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still, As days and months increase; And ev'ry beating pulse we tell, Leaves but the number less.
3 Great God! on what a slender thread Hang everlasting things; Th' eternal state of all the dead Upon life's feeble strings.
4 Infinite joy or endless woe Attends on ev'ry breath;
And yet, how unconcern'd we go Upon the brink of death;
5 Waken, O Lord! our drowsy sense, To walk this dangerous road;
And when our souls are summon'd hence, May they be found with God.
1 SONS of men, behold from far, Hail the long-expected star! Jacob's star, that gilds the night, Guides bewilder'd nature right.
2 Mild it shines on all beneath, Piercing through the shades of death: Scatt'ring error's wide-spread night, Kindling darkness into light.
3 Nations all, far off and near, Haste to see your God appear; Haste, for hiin your hearts prepare— Meet him manifested there.
4 There behold the day-spring rise, Pouring light upon your eyes; See it chase the shades away, Shining to the perfect day.
5 Sing, ye morning stars, again God descends on earth to reign; Deigns for man his life t' employ, Shout ye sons of God for joy.
1 GREAT God, before thy throne of grace We, wretched wand'rers mourn: Hast thou not bid us seek thy face? Hast thou not said "return"?
2 And shall our guilty fears prevail, To drive us from thy feet? Lord, let not this sole refuge fail, This only safe retreat.
3 Absent from thee, our guide, our light, Without one cheering ray Thro' dangers, fears, and gloomy night, How desolate our way
4 Saviour on each benighted heart With beams of mercy shine; And let thy grace to each impart A taste of joys divine.
1 O LORD! turn not thy face away From us who lie prostrate, Lamenting sore our sinful life
Before thy mercy's gate;
2 Which thou dost open wide to those That do lament their sin:
O shut it not against us, Lord! But let us enter in.
3 Call us not to a strict account, How we have lived here; For then we know right well, O Lord! Most vile we shall appear.
4 O Lord we need not to repeat, What now we beg and crave! For thou dost know, before we ask The thing that we would have,
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