1. Hark! the her-ald an-gels sing, "Glo-ry to the new-born King; Peace on earth,and

rec-on-ciled!" Joyful, all ye na-tions, rise,

Join the triumph of the skies; With th'an-gelic host proclaim," Christ is born in

Beth-le-hem!"Hark! the herald an-gels sing, "Glo-ry to the new-born King."

2 Christ, by highest heaven adored; 3 Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace!

139 CRUCIFER 8. 7. 8. 7. D.

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Henry Smart

1. Hark,what mean those ho- ly voices, Sweet - ly sound- ing thro' the skies?

Listen to the won-drous sto - ry, Which they chant in hymns of joy,

"Glo - ry in the high-est, glory, Glory be to God most high.

Learn his name, and taste his joy, Till in heaven ye sing before him,

2 "Peace on earth, goodwill from heaven, 3 "Haste, ye mortals, to adore him,
Reaching far as man is found;
Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven;
Loud our golden harps shall sound.
Christ is born, the great Annointed;

Heaven and earth his glory sing; Glad, receive whom God appointed For your Prophet, Priest, and King.

Glory be to God most high."
Let us learn the wondrous story

Of our great Redeemer's birth,
Spread the brightness of his glory,
Till it covers all the earth.
John Cawood

140 REGENT SQUARE 8. 7. 8. 7.4-7

1. Angels, from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth :

tion's story, Now pro claim Messi - ah's birth.

Come and worship, Come and wor-ship, Worship Christ, the new born King.

ture sing,

And heav'n and na- ture sing, And heav'n and na-ture sing.
He comes to make his blessings flow,
Far as the curse is found.

2 Joy to the earth-the Saviour reigns!
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and
Repeat the sounding joy. [plains,

3 No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground:

142 (ANTIOCH) C. M.

1 Hark! the glad sound! the Saviour
The Saviour promised long! [comes!
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.

2 He comes, the prisoner to release,
In Satan's bondage held:

The gates of brass before him burst;
The iron fetters yield!

4 Herules the world with truth and grace:
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.

Isaac Watts

And on the eyes oppressed with night
To pour celestial day.

4 He comes the broken heart to bind,
The wounded soul to cure;

And, with the treasures of his grace,
T'enrich the humble poor.

5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;

3 He comes, from thickest films of vice And heaven's eternal arches ring

To clear the mental ray ;

With thy beloved name.