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2 Joy to the world! the Saviour reigns :
Let men their songs employ,
3 No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
Far as the curse is found.
4 He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove The glories of His righteousness, And wonders of His love.
C. M. HARK, the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long ; Let every heart prepare a throne
And every voice a song.
In Satan's bondage held :
The iron fetters yield.
To clear the mental ray,
To pour celestial day.
The bleeding soul to cure,
To enrich the humble poor.
5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim : And heaven's eternal arches ring With Thy beloved name.
C. M. As SHADOWS cast by cloud and sun
Flit o'er the summer grass,
Earth's generations pass.
Come swiftly pressing on, The brightest names that earth can boast
Just glisten and are gone.
3 Yet doth the star of Bethlehem shed
A lustre pure and sweet ;
To the Messiah's feet.
4 O Father, may that holy star
Grow every year more bright, And send its glorious beams afar To fill the world with light !
W. C. Bryant.
P. M. 8,6,8,6,7,6,8,6 O LITTLE town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie !
The silent stars go by ;
The everlasting light;
Are met in thee to-night.
2 For Christ is born of Mary,
And gathered all above,
Their watch of wond'ring love.
Proclaim the holy birth!
And peace to men on earth. 3 How silently, how silently,
The wondrous gift is given !
The blessings of His heaven.
But in this world of sin, Where meek souls will receive Him still,
The dear Christ enters in.
4 O holy Child of Bethlehem !
Descend to us, we pray ;
Be born in us to-day.
The great glad tidings tell ;
Our Lord Emmanuel !
202 10,8,10,8, with Refrain, 8,8 (Irregular) Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy kingly
crown When Thou camest to earth for me ; But in Bethlehem's home there was found
no room For Thy holy nativity. Oh, come to my heart, Lord Jesus,
There is room in my heart for Thee !
2 Heaven's arches rang when the angels sang,
Proclaiming Thy royal degree;
Oh, come, etc. 3 Thou camest, O Lord, with the living word,
That should set Thy people free;
Oh, come, etc. 4 When Heaven's arches shall ring, and her
choirs shall sing, At Thy coming to victory, Let Thy voice call me home, saying, “Yet
there is room,
And my heart shall rejoice, Lord Jesus,
Emily E. S. Elliott.
C. M. To us a child of hope is born,
To us a son is given,
All power in earth and Heaven.
The everlasting Lord,
The God by all adored.
Shall over all extend ;
His reign shall have no end.
4 Lord Jesus, reign in us, we pray,
And make us Thine alone,
J. Morison. Version of Hs. A. and M., Ab. 204
8,7,8,7,7,7 ONCE in royal David's city
Stood a lowly cattle shed,
In a manger for His bed :
Jesus Christ her little Child.
Who is God and Lord of all,
And His cradle was a stall :
Lived on earth our Saviour holy. 3 And, thro' all His wondrous childhood,
He would honor and obey,
In whose gentle arms He lay :
Mild, obedient, good as He.
Day by day like us He grew;
Tears and smiles like us He knew :
And He shareth in our gladness.
Through His own redeeming love;
Is our Lord in heaven above :