2 Tell how he cometh; from nation to nation, The heart-cheering news let the earth echo round:

How free to the faithful he offers salvation, How his people with joy everlasting are crown'd:

Chorus.

Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing;
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King!

3 Mortals, your homage be gratefully bringing,
And sweet let the gladsome Hosanna
arise;

Ye angels, the full Alleluia be singing; One chorus resound through the earth and the skies:

Chorus.

Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing;
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is king!

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"We are come to worship him."

7s. 8s. 4.

ANGELS, from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight o'er all the earth;
Ye who sang creation's story:
Now proclaim Messiah's birth:
Come and worship,

Worship Christ, the new-born King.

2 Shepherds in the field abiding,

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,

Worship Christ, the new-born King.

4 Saints before the altar bending,
Watching long in hope and fear,
Suddenly the Lord, descending,
In his temple shall appear :
Come and worship,

Worship Christ, the new-born King.

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"Let us now go even unto Bethlehem."

COME hither, ye faithful,

Triumphantly sing!

Come, see in the manger
The angels' dread King!
To Bethlehem hasten,
With joyful accord!
O come ye, come hither
To worship the Lord!

2 True Son of the Father,
He comes from the skies;
To be born of a Virgin
He doth not despise.

To Bethlehem hasten, &c.

3 Hark, hark to the angels!
All singing in heaven,
"To God in the highest
All glory be given!"

To Bethlehem hasten, &c.

6s. 5s. Double.

4 To thee, then, O Jesus,
This day of thy birth,
Be glory and honour
Through heaven and earth;
True Godhead incarnate!
Omnipotent Word!

O come, let us hasten
To worship the Lord!

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among us."

CALM on the listening ear of night

Come heaven's melodious strains,

Where wild Judea stretches far
Her silver-mantled plains.

2 Celestial choirs from courts above
Shed sacred glories there;

And angels, with their sparkling lyres,
Make music on the air.

3 The answering hills of Palestine
Send back the glad reply;

And greet, from all their holy heights,
The Day-Spring from on high.

4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee
There comes a holier calm,
And Sharon waves, in solemn praise,
Her silent groves of palm.

5 "Glory to God!" the sounding skies
Loud with their anthems ring,
"Peace to the earth, good-will to men,
From heaven's eternal King!"

C.M.

3 Sages

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erusalem! is born!

thlehem's joyous plains st Christmas morn.

is a Child is born, unto us a
Son is given."
thy rising, Sun of life,
.e gathering nations come;
ous as when the reapers bear
Their harvest treasures home.
2 For thou our burden hast removed;
The oppressor's reign is broke;
Thy fiery conflict with the foe
Has burst his cruel yoke.

3 To us the promised Child is born;
To us the Son is given;

Him shall the tribes of earth obey,
And all the hosts of heaven.

4 His name shall be the Prince of Peace,
For evermore adored;

The Wonderful, the Counsellor,
The mighty God and Lord.

5 His

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power increasing still shall spread,
His reign no end shall know;

Justice shall guard his throne above,
And peace abound below.

End of the Year.

"The time is short."

AFEW more years shall roll,

few more seasons come,

And we shall be with those that rest

Asleep within the tomb:

C.M.

D.S.M.

Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that great day; O wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away.

2 A few more suns shall set
O'er these dark hills of time,
And we shall be where suns are not,
A far serener clime:

Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that blest day;
O wash me in thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

3 A few more storms shall beat
On this wild rocky shore,
And we shall be where tempests cease,
And surges swell no more:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that calm day;
O wash me in thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

4 A few more struggles here,
A few more partings o'er,
A few more toils, a few more tears,
And we shall weep no more:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that bright day
O wash me in thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

5 'Tis but a little while

And he shall come again,

Who died that we might live, who lives That we with him may reign: