ALM, on the listening ear of night,
Come heaven's melodious strains,

CAL

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.

D S.

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!

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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. 11s & 10s.

Arr. from MOZART.

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Matt. 2: 1-11.

HEBER.

BRIGHTEST 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.

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!""

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"The shepherds returned praising God." R. ROBINSON. RIGHTNESS of the Father's glory,

B shall thy pra of un uttered lie?

Break, my tongue, such guilty silence;
Sing the Lord who came to die.

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2 Did archangels sing thy coming?

Did the shepherds learn their lays?
Shame would cover me, ungrateful,

Should my tongue refuse to praise.

3 From the highest throne in glory
To the cross of deepest woe,
All to ransom guilty captives!
Flow, my praise, forever flow.

4 Re-ascend, immortal Saviour!

Leave thy footstool, take thy throne:
Thence return, and reign for ever;
Be the kingdom all thine own.

A

"They fell down and worshiped."

MONTGOMERY

NGELS! from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight o'er all the earth;
Ye, who sang creation's story,
Now proclaim Messiah's birth:
: Come, and worship :||—
Worship Christ, the new-born King.

2 Shepherds! in the field abiding,

Watching o'er your flocks by night,—
God with man is now residing;
Yonder shines the infant-light:
: Come, and worship :||—
Worship Christ, the new-born King.

3 Sages, leave your contemplations,
Brighter visions beam afar;
Seek the great Desire of nations;
Ye have seen his natal star:
|: Come, and worship :||—
Worship Christ, the new-born King.

4 Saints! before the altar bending,
Watching long in hope and fear,-
Suddenly the Lord, descending,
In his temple shall appear:
||; Come, and worship :||—
Worship Christ, the new-born King.

2 His name shall be the Prince of Peace,
For evermore adored;

The Wonderful, the Counselor,
The great and mighty Lord!

3 His power, increasing, still shall spread;
His reign no end shall know:

Justice shall guard his throne above,
And peace abound below.

H

"Good tidings of great joy."

DODDRIDGE.

ARK, the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long;

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.

3 He comes, from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray,

And on the eyes long closed in night
To pour celestial day.

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