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MORNING. 7. D.
“ The morning cometh." Is. 21 : 11.
See that glory-beaming star !
Aught of joy or hope foretell ?
Promised day of Israel.
Higher yet that star ascends :
Peace and truth, its course portends.
Gild the spot that gave them birth?
See! it bursts o’er all the earth !
For the morning seems to dawn:
Doubt and terror are withdrawn.
Hie thee to thy quiet home :
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.”
Hail, the Sun of Righteousness !
Ris'n with healing in his wings.
Born that man no more may die;
Borri to give them second birth.
Join the triumphs of the skies ;
“ Christ is born in Bethlehem.' 164.
" Unto us a child is born.'
Chanted at the wondrous birth,
Peace, good will to man on earth.”
King of kings, th' incarnate Word ;
Prince of Peace, the mighty God!
Is. 9 : 6.
“On earth peace.” Luke 2. E. H. SEARS. YALM, on the listening ear of night,
Come heaven's melodious strains,
Her silver-mantled plains.
'Mid sacred glories there,
Make music on the air.
Send back the glad reply ;
The day-spring from on high.
There comes a holier calm ;
Her silent groves of palm.
3“ Glory to God!” the lofty strain
The realm of ether fills ;
O'er Judah's sacred hills!
Loud with their anthems ring;
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,
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.
Sweetly sounding through the skies?
Heavenly hallelujahs rise.
Hear them chant in hymns of joy :
Glory be to God most high!
Reaching far as man is found ;
Loud our golden harps shall sound.
Heaven and earth his praises sing !
For your Prophet, Priest, and King!
Learn his name, and taste his joy;
‘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.