I. A new Song to the Lamb that was flain, 'B EHOLD the Glories of the Lamb 2 Let Elders wor.hip at his Feet, With Vials full of Odours fweet, 3 And Harps of sweeter Sound. Those are the Prayers of the Saints, JESUS is kind to our Complaints, He loves to hear our Praise. 4 [Eternal Father, who fhall look Who but the Son fhall take that Book 5 He fhall fulfil thy great Decrees, Lo, in his Hand the fov'reign Keys 6 Now to the Lamb that once was flain 7 Thou haft redeem'd our Souls with Blood, Haft made us Kings and Priests to God, 8 The Worlds of Nature and of Grace II. The Deity and Humanity of Christ, John i. 1 3, 14. and Col. i. 16. and Eph. iii. "E 9, 10. RE the blue Heav'ns were ftretch'd abroad With GOD He was; the Word was God, 2 By his own Pow'r all Things were made; Or count the Number of thy Years?) 5 Mortals with Joy beheld his Face, How full of Truth! how full of Grace! III. The Nativity of Chrift, Luke i. 30, &c. Luke ii. 10, &c. BEHOLD, the Grace appears, The Promife is fulfill'd; Mary the wond'rous Virgin bears, 2 4 5 6 [The Lord, the Highest God, Calls him his only Son; He bids him rule to the Lands abroad, O'er Jacob fhall he reign The Nations fhall his Grace obtain, To bring the glorious News A heav'nly Form appears; He tells the Shepherds of their Joys, "Go, humble Swains," faid he, "The promis'd Infant, born To-day, "Doth in a Manger lie. "With Looks and Hearts ferene, "Go vifit Chrift your King;" And ftraight a flaming Troop was feen; The Shepherds heard them fing, 7 "Glory to GoD on High! 8 "And heav'nly Peace on Earth: "Good-will to Men, to Angels Joy, "At our Redeemer's Birth!" In Worship fo divine Let Saints employ their Tongues, 9 Glory to Gop on High! "And heav'nly Peace on Earth; "Good-will to Men, to Angels Joy, I IV. Referred to the Second Pfalm. V. Submiffion to afflictive Providences, NAKED as from the Earth we came, And crept to Life at firft; We to the Earth return again, And mingle with our Dust. 2 The dear Délights we here enjoy, Are but short Favours borrow'd now, 3 "Tis God that lifts our Comforts high, He gives, and (blessed be his Name!) 4 Peace, all our angry Paffions then! 5 If fmiling Mercy crown our Lives, And we'll adore the Justice too That ftrikes our Comforts dead. |