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On the Birth of Christ.


2.

O Charming Infancy,
My Heart it pants for thee:
Chear my anxious Mind,
Look, look sweet Babe on me,
With all thy Graces kind;
O Princely Majesty,
Draw me after thee, [draw me, &c.]

3.

O Love oth' Father dear,
More meekly Shining here:
We'd in Hell been chain'd,
Incessant Flames to bear:
But he for us Regain'd
The Glories of the Sphere.
O were we but there. [O were we, &c.]

4.

O Joy where art thou found?
On Paradisial Ground;
Where the Angels Sing,
And Hallalujahs Sound.
Where the Cymbals ring;
And where the King is Crown'd.
There may we be found. [There may, &c.]


Commemoration of Christ's Death,

A Sacramental Hymn.

To the Tune of, Sweet Jesu, who my Wish Fulfils.

1.

HOW sweet the Angel-Trumpets sound,
With Heaven's kind Invitation,
That call the Altar to surround
In Paschal Celebration: