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The morning cometh." Is. 21 : 11.

What its signs of promise are:
Traveler, o'er yon mountain's height,

See that glory-beaming star !
Watchman, does its beauteous ray

Aught of joy or hope foretell ?
Traveler, yes : it brings the day,

Promised day of Israel.
2 Watchman, tell us of the night;

Higher yet that star ascends :
Traveler, blessedness and light,

Peace and truth, its course portends.
Watchman, will its beams alone

Gild the spot that gave them birth?
Traveler, ages are its own :

See! it bursts o’er all the earth !
3 Watchman, tell us of the night,

For the morning seems to dawn:
Traveler, darkness takes its flight,

Doubt and terror are withdrawn.
Watchman, let thy wanderings cease;

Hie thee to thy quiet home :
Traveler, lo! the Prince of Peace,

Lo!. the Son of God is come!




Born this day in the city of David." ARK! the herald angels sing,


Peace on earth, and mercy mild ;

God and sinners reconciled.”
2 Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace!

Hail, the Sun of Righteousness !
Light and life to all he brings,

Ris'n with healing in his wings.
3 Mild he lays his glory by ;

Born that man no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth;

Borri to give them second birth.
4 Joyful, all ye nations, rise ;

Join the triumphs of the skies ;
With th' angelic hosts proclaim,

“ Christ is born in Bethlehem.' 164.

" Unto us a child is born.'

Chanted at the wondrous birth,
Glory be to God on high,

Peace, good will to man on earth.”
2 Him prophetic strains proclaim

King of kings, th' incarnate Word ;
Great and Wonderful his name,

Prince of Peace, the mighty God!

Is. 9 : 6.


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On earth peace.Luke 2. E. H. SEARS. YALM, on the listening ear of night,

Come heaven's melodious strains,
Where wild Judea stretches far

Her silver-mantled plains.
Celestial choirs, from courts above,

'Mid sacred glories there,
And angels, with their sparkling lyres,

Make music on the air.
2 The answering hills of Palestine

Send back the glad reply ;
And greet, from all their holy heights,

The day-spring from on high.
O’er the blue depths of Galilee

There comes a holier calm ;
And Sharon waves, in solemn praise,

Her silent groves of palm.

3“ Glory to God!” the lofty strain

The realm of ether fills ;
How sweeps the song of sacred joy

O'er Judah's sacred hills!
Glory to God !” the sounding skies

Loud with their anthems ring;
“Peace to the earth-good will to men,

From heaven's eternal King.”

AURORA. 113 & 10s.

Arr. from MOZART.

Matt. 2: 1-11.


166. B RIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning!

Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ; Star of the East, the horizon adorning,

Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining :

Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall : Angels adore him, in slumber reclining,

Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all ! 3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion,

Odors of Edom, and offerings divine,
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,

Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine? 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation ;

Vainly with gifts would his favor secure: Richer, by far, is the heart's adoration ;

Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.

SICILY. 88 & 73. [6 lines b; repeating last brace of tune.] Sicilian MELODY.

Glory to God." Luke 2.


Sweetly sounding through the skies?
Lo! th' angelic host rejoices ;

Heavenly hallelujahs rise.
2 Hear them tell the wondrous story,

Hear them chant in hymns of joy :
“Glory in the highest, glory!

Glory be to God most high!
3 “ Peace on earth, good will from heaven,

Reaching far as man is found ;
Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven !

Loud our golden harps shall sound.
4 “ Christ is born, the great Anointed ;

Heaven and earth his praises sing !
Oh, receive whom God appointed

For your Prophet, Priest, and King!
5 “Haste, ye mortals, to adore him ;

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

‘Glory be to God most high !' 168.

The shepherds returned praising God.R. ROBINSON. RIGHTNESS of the Father's glory, Break, my tongue, such guilty silence;

Sing the Lord who came to die.

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