192 8s, 7s. 61. ANGELS, from the realms of glory, Worship Christ, the new-born King. 2 Shepherds, in the field abiding, Worship Christ, the new-born King. 3 Sages, leave your contemplations, Worship Christ, the new-born King. 4 Saints before the altar bending, Worship Christ, the new-born King. J. Montgomery. 193 IT came upon the midnight clear, C. M. 81. From angels bending near the earth To hear the angels sing, 2 Still through the cloven skies they come, 3 O ye, beneath life's crushing load, 4 For lo! the days are hastening on, And the whole world send back the song 194 E. H. Sears. C. M. 81. CALM on the list'ning ear of night Celestial choirs from courts above Shed sacred glories there; And angels, with their sparkling lyres, 2 The answering hills of Palestine And greet, from all their holy heights, 3 "Glory to God!" the sounding skies More bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains 195 E. H. Sears. 8,6,6,8,6,6 ALL my heart this night rejoices, As I hear, far and near, Sweetest angel voices; "Christ is born," their choirs are singing, Till the air ev'rywhere Now with joy is ringing. 2 Hark! a voice from yonder manger, Soft and sweet, doth entreat, "Flee from woe and danger! Brethren, come! from all that grieves you You are freed; all you need I will surely give you." 3 Come, then, let us hasten yonder! Here let all, great and small, Kneel in awe and wonder ! Love Him who with love is yearning! Hail the Star that from far Bright with hope is burning! 4 Heedfully my Lord I'll cherish, Live to Thee, and with Thee Dying, shall not perish; But shall dwell with Thee for ever, Far on high, in the joy That can alter never. P. Gerhardt. Tr. C. Winkworth. 196 7s. 61. SING, O sing, this blessed morn; Unto us a Son is giv'n, God Himself comes down from heav'n; 2 God of God, and Light of light, 3 God with us, Emmanuel, 4 God comes down that man may rise, 5 O renew us, Lord, we pray, C. Wordsworth. 197 C. M. 81. WHILE shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. "Fear not," said he, for mighty dread 2 "To you, in David's town, this day The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord; The heavenly Babe you there shall find All meanly wrapt in swathing bands, 3 Thus spake the seraph; and forthwith "All glory be to God on high, And to the earth be peace; Good-will henceforth from heaven to men Begin, and never cease." 198 N. Tate. C. M. Joy to the world! the Lord is come: Let earth receive her King; Let every heart prepare Him room, |