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2 Listen to the wondrous story,
Which they chant in hymns of joy S Glory in the highest, glory,
Glory be to God most high !
Reaching far as man is found;
Loud our golden harps shall sound.
Heaven and earth his praises sing;
For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 5 Hasten, mortals, to adore him
; Learn his name, and taste his joy; Till in heaven ye sing before him,
Glory be to God most high! 115
15th P. M. 11 9, 113
When, enrobed in our clay,
How can we refrain
To unite in the strain,
2 Ye angels of God,
Sound his praises abroad,
We also will join
In a hymn so divine,
30 may the return
Of this once blessed morn
Sweet accents of praise
All our voices shall raise ; Hallelujahs shall be our employ!
4 Let echo prolong
The harmonious song,
He kindles the fire,
Whom the nations desire,
Giory to God in the highest.
MORTALS, awake, with angels join,
the Joy, love, and gratitude combine,
To hail the' auspicious day.
And sweet seraphic fire
And strung and tuned the lyre. 3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew,
And loud the echo rollid; The theme, the song, the joy, was new,
'Twas more than heaven could hold. 4 Down through the portals of the sky
The' impetuous torrent ran; And angels flew, with eager joy,
To bear the news to man. 5 With joy the chorus we repeat,
Glory to God on high ! Good-will and peace are now complete
Jesus was born to die. 6 Hail, Prince of life, forever hail !
Redeemer, Brother, Friend ! Though earth, and time, and life shall fail,
Thy praise shall never end. 7 Hark! the cherubic armies shout,
And glory leads the song: Good-will and peace are heard throughout
The' harmonious heavenly throng.
30th P. M. 11 10, 11 10.
The star in the East.
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ; Star of the East, the horizon adorning,
Guide where the infant Redeemer is laid. 2 Cold, on his cradle, the dew-drops are shining;
Low lies his bed with the beasts of the stall; Angels adore him, in slumber reclining,
Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour, of all. 3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion,
Odours of Eden and offørings divine ? Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine? 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation ;
Vainly with gifts would his favour secure; Richer by far is the heart's adoration;
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 118
The Saviour, promised long;
prepare a throne,
In Satan's bondage held;
The iron fetters yield.
To clear the mental ray,
To pour celestial day.
The wounded soul to cure,
To enrich the humble poor.
5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace,
8th P. M. 87, 87, 47.
Wing your flight o'er all the earth
Come and worship,
Watching o'er your flocks by night, God with man is now residing; Yonder shines the infant light:
Come and worship,Worship Christ, the new-born king. 3 Sages, leave your contemplations,-
Brighter visions beam afar; Seek the great Desire of nations ; Ye have seen his natal star :
Come and worship,
Watching long in hope and fear,
Come and worship,Worship Christ, the new-born king. 5 Sinners, wrung with true repentance,
Doom'd for guilt to endless pains, Justice now revokes the sentence,-. Mercy calls you,-break your chains :
: Come and worship, Worship Christ, the new-born king.
5th P. M. 4 lines 78.
For to us a child is born;
Son is given :
Him, all the hosts of heaven. 2 His name shall be the Prince of peace,
Forever more adored,
The great and mighty Lord. 3 His power, increasing, still shall spread;
His reign ng end shall know; Justice shall guard his throne above,
And peace abound below.
To us a Son is given ;-
The mighty lord of heaven.