O come, let us a-dore Him, O come, let us a dore Him, Christ the Lord. A-MEN. FLI Anon. (Latin, 17th or 18th cent.) Tr. Rev. Frederick Oakeley, 1841: verse 1, ll. 1, 2, alt. 2 Christ, by highest heaven adored; 3 Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace! Hark! the herald angels sing, 75 CAROL C. M. D. Richard S. Willis, 1850 b From an gels bend-ing near the earth To touch their "Peace on the earth, good will A bove its sad to men, From heaven's all - gracious King:" and. low ly plains They bend on hovering wing, The world in sol-emn stillness lay, To hear the angels sing. er o'er its Ba bel-sounds The blessed an- gels sing. And ev A-MEN. 3 And ye, beneath life's crushing load, Whose forms are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow,— Look now! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing: O rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing. 4 For lo, the days are hastening on, Rev. Edmund H. Sears, 1850 Lewis H. Redner, 1868 76 ST. LOUIS 8. 6. 8. 6. 7. 6. 8. 6. 1 O little town of Beth-le-hem, How still we see thee lie; A-bove thy deep and dream-less sleep The silent stars go by: Yet in thy dark streets shin-eth The ev-er # last-ing Light; The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee to-night. A-MEN. 2 For Christ is born of Mary; And gathered all above, While mortals sleep, the angels keep Their watch of wondering love. O morning stars, together Proclaim the holy birth; And praises sing to God the King, And peace to men on earth. 3 How silently, how silently, The wondrous gift is given! So God imparts to human hearts The blessings of His heaven. No ear may hear His coming, Where meek souls will receive Him still, 4 O holy Child of Bethlehem, The great glad tidings tell; Bishop Phillips Brooks, 1868 |