5 O renew us, Lord, we pray, 78 Christopher Wordsworth, 1862 7.6.8.6 D. LITTLE town of Bethlehem! How still we see thee lie; Above thy deep and dreamless sleep Yet in thy dark streets shineth The hopes and fears of all the years 2 For Christ is born of Mary, Proclaim the holy birth! And praises sing to God the King, 3 How silently, how silently, The wondrous gift is given! But in this world of sin, Where meek souls will receive him, still The dear Christ enters in. 4 O holy Child of Bethlehem! Phillips Brooks, 1868 79 I C.M.D. T came upon the midnight clear, 2 Still through the cloven skies they come, Above its sad and lowly plains 30 ye, beneath life's crushing load, O rest beside the weary road, 4 For lo! the days are hastening on, When the new heaven and earth shall own And the whole world send back the song Which now the angels sing. 80 Edmund H. Sears, 1846 8.7.8.7.4.7 NGELS, from the realms of glory, Ye, who sang creation's story, Worship Christ, the newborn King. 2 Shepherds in the field abiding, Worship Christ, the newborn King. 3 Sages, leave your contemplations; Worship Christ, the newborn King. 3 Saints before the altar bending, Worship Christ, the newborn King. James Montgomery, 1816 81 8.7.8.7 ARK! what mean those holy voices Sweetly sounding through the skies? Lo! the angelic host rejoices, Heavenly alleluias rise. 2 Listen to the wondrous story, Which they chant in hymns of joy "Glory in the highest, glory! Glory be to God most high! 3 "Peace on earth, good will from heaven, 4 "Christ is born, the great Anointed! 5 "Hasten, mortals, to adore him; 82 John Cawood, 1818 7.6.7.6.6.7.6 AGREAT and mighty wonder full and holy cure! The Virgin bears the Infant "To God on high be glory, 2 The Word becomes incarnate 3 While thus they sing your Monarch, 4 Since all he comes to ransom, 5 And idol forms shall perish, 83 And Christ shall wield his scepter, St. Germanus, 634-734; Tr. John Mason Neale, 1863 P.M. HOU didst leave thy throne and thy kingly crown, TH When thou camest to earth for me; But in Bethlehem's home was there found no room For thy holy nativity. O 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; But in lowly birth didst thou come to earth, And in great humility. |