CHRISTMAS DAY.

PSALM CXLIX.

Sing ye unto the Lord our God,

A new rejoicing song;
And let the praise of Him be heard,

His holy saints among.

Let them sound praise with voice of lute,

To their Redeemer's name;
And with the timbrel and the harp,

His wondrous love proclaim.

Still let them in th&Lord rejoice,

And praises to Him sing;
Let all His ransom'd people be

Most joyful in their King.*

* The King, at whose hirth angels "sang glory to God in the highest, peace on earth, and good-will towards men."—Luke ii. 14.

HYMN.

FROM THE PRAYER BOOK.

Hark! the herald-angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King!
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
God to man is reconcil'd!

Joyful all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With th' angelic host proclaim,
Christ is born in Bethlehem!

Christ, by highest heav'n ador'd;
Christ, the everlasting Lord!
Late in time behold Him come,
Offspring of a Virgin's womb!

Veil'd in flesh the Godhead see!
Hail the incarnate Deity!
Pleas'd as man with man to appear,
Jesus, our Immanuel here!

Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,
Ris'n with healing on 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 I

EVENING.

PSALM XCVI.

SUITABLE FOB CHRISTMAS DAY.

Sing to the Lord a new-made song,
Let earth in one assembled throng,

Her great Redeemer's praise resound; Sing to the Lord and bless His name, From day to day His praise proclaim,

Who us hath with salvation crown'd.

CHORUS.

To heathen lands His fame rehearse,
His wonders to the universe!

Proclaim aloud Jehovah reigns,
Whose pow'r the universe sustains,

And banish'd justice will restore; Let, therefore, heav'n new joys confess, And heav'nly mirth let earth express,

Its loud applause let ocean roar.

CHORUS.

To heathen lands His fame rehearse,
His wonders to the universe!

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Oh Saviour! whom this holy morn
Gave to our world below!

To mortal want and labour born,
And more than mortal woe!

Incarnate Word! by every grief,

By each temptation tried,
Who liv'd to yield our ills relief,

And to redeem us died!

If gaily cloth'd and proudly fed,
In dangerous wealth we dwell;

Remind us of Thy manger bed,
Thy mean and lowly cell!

If prest by poverty severe,

In envious want we pine,
Oh may Thy Spirit whisper near,

How poor a lot was Thine!

Through fickle fortune's various scene
From sin preserve us free!

Like us Thou hast a mourner been,
May we rejoice with Thee!

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PRAYER FOR WISDOM TO IMPROVE OUR SHORT AND UNCERTAIN TERM OF LIFE.

Thou turnest man, O Lord, to dust,

Of which he first was made;
And when Thou speak'st the word, return!

'Tis instantly obey'd!

Like grass, however fresh and fair

His morning beauty shows,
'Tis all cut down, and wither'd quite,

Before the ev'ning close.

So teach ns, Lord, th' uncertain sum

Of our short days to mind,
That to true wisdom all our hearts

May ever be inclin'd.

Let Thy bright rays upon us shine,

Give Thou our work success;
The glorious work we have in hand,*

Do Thou vouchsafe to bless.

* The work of our salvation, the Christian course and warfare which we have to finish.—See Bishop Horne.

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