And homeward went rejoicing upon that Christmas morn, Declaring unto every one that Jesus Christ was born. And like unto the shepherds we wander far and near, And bid you wake, good Christians, the joyful news to hear. Awake, arise, good Christians, let nothing you dismay, Remember Christ the Saviour was born upon this day. 54. The voice of free grace cries, Escape to the mountain! For Adam’s lost race Christ hath opened a fountain: For sin and uncleanness, and every transgression, His blood freely flows in streams of salvation. Hallelujah to the Lamb who has bought us a pardon! We will praise Him again when we pass over Jordan. Our Jesus proclaims His great Name all victorious, He reigns over all, and His kingdom is glorious! To Jesus our King—in the great congregation— With triumph we’ll sing, ascribing salvation. Hallelujah, &c. On Zion we stand when escaped to the shore, With palms in our hands we shall praise Him the more; We’ll range the sweet plains on the banks of the river, And sing of salvation for ever and ever. Hallelujah, &c. 55. Little children, praise the Saviour, He regards you from above; Praise Him for his great salvation! Praise Him for his precious love. Sweet hosannas to the name of Jesus sing! When He left his throne in glory, When He lived with mortals here, Little children sang his praises, And it pleased his gracious ear. Sweet, &c. When the anxious mothers round Him, With their tender infants, press’d; He with open arms received them, And the little ones He bless’d. Sweet, &c. Up in yonder spirit regions, Angels sound the chorus high; Twice ten thousand times ten thousand Send his praises through the sky. Sweet, &c. Little children, praise the Saviour; Praise Him, your undying Friend; Praise Him till in heaven you meet Him, There to praise Him without end. Sweet, &c. 56. And now, my soul, another year Of my short life is past; I cannot long continue here, And this may be my last. Much of my dubious life is gone, Nor will return again; And swift my passing moments run, The few that do remain. Awake, my soul, with utmost care Thy true condition learn: What are thy hopes, how sure, how fair, And what thy great concern? Now a new scene of time begins, Set out afresh for heaven; Seek pardon for thy former sins, In Christ, so freely given. 57. Blest is the man whose heart expands At melting pity’s call; And the rich blessings of whose hands Like heavenly manna fall. Children our kind protection claim, And God will well approve, When infants learn to lisp his name, And their Creator love.