The earth and ocean were not hush'd to hear And seraph's burning lyres Pour'd through the host of Heaven the charmèd clouds along. One angel troop the strain began, Of all the race of man By simple shepherds heard alone, That soft Hosanna tone. H. H. Milman XXXI GOD INCARNATE The Holy Son of God most high, His robes of light He laid aside, Which did His Majesty adorn, The Son of God thus man became, A likeness to His deity. Henry Moore XXXII AN HYMN ON THE NATIVITY OF MY SAVIOUR I sing the birth was born to night, And like the ravish'd shepherds said The Son of God, th' Eternal King, And freed the soul from danger; He whom the whole world could not take, The Father's wisdom will'd it so, Both wills were in one stature : And as that wisdom had decreed, What comfort by Him do we win, To see this babe all innocence, Can man forget this story? Ben Jonson XXXIII THE BIRTH OF CHRIST The time draws near the birth of Christ : Four voices of four hamlets round, From far and near, on mead and moor, Were shut between me and the sound. Each voice four changes on the wind, That now dilate, and now decrease, Peace and goodwill, goodwill and peace, Peace and goodwill, to all mankind. Rise, happy morn! rise, holy morn! XXXIV HYMN TO THE NATIVITY Gloomy night embraced the place Where the noble Infant lay; The Babe look'd up and show'd His face— It was Thy day, sweet, and did rise We saw Thee in Thy balmy nest, Welcome to our wond'ring sight, Summer in winter! day in night! Heaven in earth! and God in man! Great Little One, whose glorious birth XXXV R. Crashaw LINES Suggested by a Picture of the Adoration of the Magians Little pomp or earthly state On the Saviour's way might wait; Few the homages, and small, That the guilty earth at all Was permitted to accord To her King and hidden Lord. Therefore do we set more store On those few, and prize them more: Is the glory of the Mount, When bright beams of light did spring Rays of glory found their way With which, as with a cloak, He had Dear for your own sake, whence are ye? Dearer for the mystery That is round you-on what skies Gazing, saw you first arise |