O thou glory, shining down From the Father and the Son, Grant us thy illumination, Rest upon this congregation.

Tune 102.( 48th.)

36 When he came down from heav'n to earth, The stable was his place of birth,

A chamber was denied him:

And when, to do his father's will, With loving- kindness, pow'r, and skill, He went about, quite lowly still,

The women's hands supplied him. 37 Why then should I, who taste his grace, And hope in heav'n to see his face,

Be careful for the present?

I soon shall have enough at home,

From him who now affords me some: When death, to move my goods, shall come, My house will then be pleasant,

Tune 51.( 14th.)

28 Tell me, O thou favour'd nation What is thy fond expectation?

Some fair spreading lofty tree? Let not worldly pride confound thee, ' Mong the lowly plants around thee, Mark the lowest- that is He.

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Tune 105.( 50th.)

39 The great Redeemer of mankind Commanded us to own thy sway; And yield to thee the willing mind; Let all the kind behest obey. Hail! Charity,& c.

40 Then shall the children's blessings rise, Aspiring to th' Almighty's throne; Angels shall waft them o'er the skies, And make the happy song their own. Hail! Charity,& c. Tune 110.( 52nd.)

41 Alas! too busy to be wise,

Or else in sloth's amusements wand'ring, We scarce will ever turn our eyes Upon ourselves, with serious pond'ring. 42 On every toy abroad we gaze, Ourselves we shun, at home are strangers; And round and round, in error's maze, We trifle on, eternal rangers.

Tune 107.( 53rd.)

43 Give me the peasants' clay- built cell,

On a coarse pillow rest my weary head, If there with me my God will dwell,

With cheerful heart I'll bless my homely bread.

44 The lofty majesty of God, Who in eternity of glory reigns;

In visits to a mean abode,

Descends to commune with adoring swains,

45 O happy souls! in humble seat,

What transports from divine communion flow! Angels will you as brethren greet

And hail the type of their own heaven below. Tune 199.( 56th.)

46 Behind me if I turn my eyes,

Or forward, bend my wand'ring sight, Whatever objects round me rise

Thro' the wide fields of air and light; With thee, impress'd, each various frame, The forming, moving, present God proclaim! Tune 108.( 54th.)

47 Terrestrial thrones, and emphyrean pow'rs, Obey thy all- commanding nod;

Hell trembles, and with all her princes cow'rs, Beneath the terrors of thy rod.

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48 A mortal once,' mong sinful mortáls born,

A lowly virgin gave thee birth;

No palace did thy natal hour adorn,

No festal welcome thee on earth.

Tune 109.( 55th.)

" Ye all shall find favour, who trust in my merit, In me ye shall life everlasting inherit!

For sorrow, and mourning, fear, anguish, and sadnes. I will give an abundance of joy, peace, and gladness."]

Hallelujah,& c.