1. While shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground; The an-gel
3 "To you, in David's town, this day,
Is born of David's line,
The Saviour, who is Christ, the Lord,
And this shall be the sign;-
4 "The heavenly babe you there shall find
To human view displayed,
All meanly wrapped in swathing bands,
And in a manger laid."
5 Thus spake the seraph-and forthwith
Appeared a shining throng
Of angels, praising God, who thus
Addressed their joyful song:-
6 "All glory be to God on high,
And to the earth be peace;
Good-will henceforth from heaven to men
Begin, and never cease!"
Renewed, the earth a robe of light,
A robe of beauty wears;
And in new heavens a brighter Sun
Leads on the promised years.
3 Let Israel to the Prince of Peace
The loud hosanna sing;
With hallelujahs, and with hymns,
O Zion, hail thy King.
AWAKE, awake the sacred song
To our incarnate Lord!
Let every heart and every tongue Adore the eternal Word.
That awful Word, that sovereign Power.
By whom the worlds were made-
Oh, happy morn! illustrious hour!—
Was once in flesh arrayed!
3 Then shone almighty power and love,
In all their glorious forms,
When Jesus left his throne above,
To dwell with sinful worms.
4 Adoring angels tuned their songs
To hail the joyful day;
With rapture then let mortal tongues
Their grateful worship pay.
5 What glory, Lord, to thee is due!
With wonder we adore;
But could we sing as angels do,
Our highest praise were poor.
WAKE, O my soul, and hail the morn,
For unto us a Saviour's born;
See, how the angels wing their way,
To usher in the glorious day!
2 Hark! what sweet music, what a song,
Sounds from the bright, celestial throng!
Sweet song, whose melting sounds impart
Joy to each raptured, listening heart.
3 Come, join the angels in the sky,
Glory to God, who reigns on high;
Let peace and love on earth abound,
While time revolves and years roll round.
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BEFORE the heavens were spread abroad, From everlasting was the Word;
With God he was, the Word was God!
And must divinely be adored.
2 By his own power were all things made;
By him supported, all things stand;
He is the whole creation's head,
And angels fly at his command.
3 Ere sin was born, or Satan fell,
He led the host of morning stars:
His generation who can tell,
Or count the number of his years? 4 But lo, he leaves those heavenly forms: The Word descends and dwells in clay, That he may converse hold with worms, Dressed in such feeble flesh as they.
5 Mortals with joy behold his face,
The eternal Father's only Son :
How full of truth, how full of grace,
When in his eyes the Godhead shone!
6 Archangels leave their high abode,
To learn new mysteries here, and tell
The love of our descending God,
The glories of Immanuel.
4 "O Zion, lift thy raptured eye;
The long-expected hour is nigh;
Renewed, creation smiles again,
The prince of Salem comes to reign.
5 "He comes to cheer the trembling heart,
Bid Satan and his host depart;
Again the Day-star gilds the gloom,
Again the bowers of Eden bloom."
1. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning! Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid;
Soft warbling to the morn,
It strikes the ravished ear;
In tuneful notes,
Now wild it floats Loud, sweet and shrill.
2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are Now all is still; shining;
Low lies his head 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,
Odors of Edom, and offerings divine?
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the
Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?
4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation,
Vainly with gold would his favors secure:
Richer, by far, is the heart's adoration;
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.
5 Brightest and best of the sons of the
morning!
2 The angelic hosts descend,
With harmony divine;
See how from heaven they bend,
And in full chorus join:
"Fear not," say they; | Jesus, your King,
"Great joy we bring: Is born to-day.
3 "He comes, your souls to save
From death's eternal gloom;
To realms of bliss and light
He lifts you from the tomb :
Your voices raise,
With sons of light;
Your songs unite
Of endless praise.
4 "Glory to God on high;
Ye mortals, spread the sound,
And let your raptures fly
To earth's remotest bound;
peace on earth,
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine For
WHEN, marshaled on the nightly plain,
The glittering host bestud the sky,
One star alone, of all the train,
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.
Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks
From every host, from every gem;
But one alone the Saviour speaks,-
It is the Star of Bethlehem.
2 Once on the raging seas I rode,
The storm was loud, the night was dark,
The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed
The wind that tossed my foundering bark.
Deep horror then my vitals froze;
Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem;
When suddenly a star arose,
It was the Star of Bethlehem!
3 It was my guide, my light, my all;
It bade my dark forebodings cease,
And through the storm and danger'sthrall
It led me to the port of peace.
Now safely moored, my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,
For ever and for evermore,
The Star, the Star of Bethlehem!
HARK! what mean those holy voices,
Sweetly sounding through the skies?
Lo! the angelic host rejoices;
Heavenly hallelujahs rise.
2 Hear them tell the wondrous story,
Hear them chant in hymns of joy:-
"Glory in the highest, glory!
Glory be to God most high!
3 "Peace on earth, good-will from heaven,
Reaching far as man is found;
Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven!
Loud our golden harps shall sound.
4 "Christ is born, the great Anointed;
Heaven and earth his praises sing!
Oh, receive whom God appointed,
For your Prophet, Priest, and King.
5 "Haste, ye mortals, to adore him;
Learn his name, and taste his joy;
Till in heaven ye sing before him-
'Glory be to God most high!"
Him all the hosts of heaven; Him shall the tribes of earth obey, Him all the hosts of heaven.
To us a child of hope is born,
To us a Son is given;
Him shall the tribes of earth obey,
Him all the hosts of heaven.
BRUCE. 5 All meet for thee, our own Adored!
2 His name shall be the Prince of Peace, Forevermore adored;
The Wonderful, the Counselor,
The great and mighty Lord!
3 His power, increasing, still shall spread; His reign no end shall know : Justice shall guard his throne above, And peace abound below. 290 8s & 6s. Matt. 2:11. MRS. ALEXANDER. THE wise men to thy cradle-throne,
O infant Saviour! brought of old
The incense meet for God alone,
Sharp myrrh and shining gold.
2 Shine on us too, bright eastern star,
Thine own baptizéd Gentile band,
Till we have found our Lord from far,
An offering in our hand.
3 Till we have brought the fine gold rare
Of zeal, that giveth all for love;
Till we have prayed the glowing prayer,
Like incense borne above.
4 Till bitter tears our eyes have wet,
Because our wilful hearts would err;
Worship, and love, and sorrow, met,
Gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
HARK! hark!-the notes of joy Roll o'er the heavenly plains, And seraphs find employ
For their sublimest strains;
Some new delight in heaven is known;
Loud sound the harps around the throne.
2 Hark! hark!-the sounds draw nigh,
The joyful hosts descend;
Jesus forsakes the sky,
To earth his footsteps bend;
He comes to bless our fallen race;
He comes with messages of grace.
3 Bear-bear the tidings round;
Let every mortal know
What love in God is found,
What pity he can show; Ye winds that blow! ye waves that roll! Bear the glad news from pole to pole. 4 Strike-strike the harps again, To great Immanuel's name; Arise, ye sons of men!
And all his grace proclaim; Angels and men! wake every string, 'Tis God the Saviour's praise we sing.
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