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2 Did archangels sing thy coming?
Did the shepherds learn their lays?
4 Re-ascend, immortal Saviour!
Leave thy footstool, take thy throne:
Wing your flight o'er all the earth;
2 Shepherds! in the field abiding,
3 Sages, leave your contemplations,
4 Saints! before the altar bending,
CLARENDON. C. M.
Isaiah 9: 6, 7.
O us a Child of hope is born,
Him shall the tribes of earth obey,
2 His name shall be the Prince of Peace,
The Wonderful, the Counselor,
3 His power, increasing, still shall spread;
Justice shall guard his throne above,
Let every heart prepare a throne,
"Good tidings of great joy."
HARK, the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long;
2 He comes, the prisoner to release,
3 He comes, from thickest films of vice
And on the eyes long closed in night
4 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
ANTIOCH. C. M.
Arr. from HANDEL.
OY to the world! the Lord is come!
2 Joy to the world! the Saviour reigns!
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
3 No more let sin and sorrow grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make his blessings flow
4 He rules the world with truth and grace,
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.
2 No mortal can with him compare,
Upon the Saviour's brow;
3 He saw me plunged in deep distress,
For me he bore the shameful cross,
4 To him I owe my life and breath,
He makes me triumph over death,
5 To heaven, the place of his abode,
6 Since from his bounty I receive
"Who went about doing good."
Appears each grace divine;
2 To spread the rays of heavenly light,
To preach glad tidings to the poor,
3 'Mid keen reproach, and cruel scorn,
4 In the last hour of deep distress,
His foes, ungrateful, sought his life;
With soul resigned, he bowed, and said,
5 Be Christ our pattern and our guide;
Oh, where is he that spake,
2 The lame and palsied freely rise,
3 Oh, where is he that trod the sea?
4 Here, here art thou, almighty Lord!