ALL glory be to God on high;
Ye sons of Adam fill the sky

With songs of thankfulness;
God, moved by everlasting love,
Decreed with his dear Son above,

A sinful world to save and bless.

2 Stand still and see what God hath done; His only and beloved Son

For us he freely gave:

That Son for our rebellious race, (O miracle of sovereign grace,)

Died on the cross our souls to save.

3 A lowly babe he came on earth,
No worldly pomp announced his birth,
A manger was his bed;

Look, look, upon this rising sun,
Till tears of love your eyes o'errun;
This lowly babe is Christ our Head.
Clare Taylor, d. 1778.

WHAT good news the angels bring,
What glad tidings of our King;
Christ the Lord is born to-day,
Christ, who takes our sins away.

2 He, who rules both heaven and earth,
Has in Bethlehem his birth;
Him shall all the faithful see,
And rejoice eternally.

3 Lift your hearts and voices high,
With hosannas fill the sky:
Glory be to God above,
Who is infinite in love.

4 Peace on earth, good will to men:
Now with us our God is seen:
Angels join his name to praise,
Help to sing redeeming grace.
5 Jesus is the loveliest name,
This the angel doth proclaim;
Sinners poor he came to save,
They in him redemption have.

6 They who see themselves undone,
And take refuge to the Son,

ALL the world give praises due;
God is faithful, God is true;
He to man doth comfort send
In his Son, the sinners' friend.
2 What the fathers wished of old,
What the promises foretold,
What the seers did prophesy,
Is fulfilled most gloriously.

3 My Salvation, welcome be;
Thou, my portion, praise to thee;
Come, and make thy blest abode
In my heart, O Son of God.

4 Grant thy comforts to my mind, Since I'm helpless, poor, and blind; O may I in faith abide

Thine, and never turn aside.

Jesus, when in majesty

Thou shalt come my judge to be,
Grant in grace, that I may stand
Justified at thy right hand.

IMMANUEL, to thee we sing,
Thou Prince of life, almighty King,
That thou, expected ages past,
Didst come to visit us at last.

2 Thou, Lord, though heaven belongs to
On earth a stranger deign'st to be: [thee,
Thou clothest all, yet wear'st a dress
Which doth the poorest state express.

3 On withered grass reclines thy head,
A wretched manger is thy bed:
Though thou appear'st among thine own,
No kindness unto thee is shown.

4 Of bliss and joy thou art the source;
Yet pain and sorrow marked thy course.
The comfort thou of every one;
Yet comforters thyself had none.

5 Thou cam'st to be the friend of men;
Thee men with wicked hands have slain.
To be man's life didst leave thy home;
How few for life to thee would come.

6 I thank thee, gracious Lord, that thou On my account didst stoop so low:

TO-DAY we celebrate the birth
Of Jesus Christ, who came on earth
To make himself as Saviour known,
And claim us sinners as his own.
2 Awake, my heart; my soul, arise;
Look who in yonder manger lies;
Who is that child, so poor and mean?
'Tis he who all things does sustain.
3 Welcome, O welcome, noble guest,
Who sinners not despisèd hast,
But cam'st into our misery;

How shall we pay due thanks to thee?
4 Immanuel, incarnate God,
Prepare my heart for thy abode:
O may I, through thy aiding grace,
In all I do, show forth thy praise.
Martin Luther, 1483-1546.
T. 16.

48.

HAIL, thou wondrous infant-stranger,
Born lost Eden to regain;
Welcome in thy humble manger,
Welcome to thy creature man;
Hail, Immanuel! :|:

Thou who wast ere time began.
2 Say, ye blest seraphic legions,
What thus brought your Maker down?
Say, why did he leave your regions,
Why forsake his heavenly throne?
Notes melodious ::

Tell the cause: Good will to man.
3 We this offered Saviour needed,
Hence we join your theme with joy;
We by none will be exceeded,
While we laud this mystery,

And with wonder, :||: God incarnate glorify. 48-1801

50.

T. Lamb.

T. 240.

ALL hail, Immanuel,
Eternal Word, all hail!
O Jesus, sinners' friend,
Whose mercy knows no end,
Love made thee condescend
With men to make abode,
And, veiled in flesh and blood,
To bring us nigh to God:
Thy sacred name we bless,
Jesus, Jesus,

Full of truth and power;
Blessed, blessed,
Blessed evermore.

51.

Chr. I. La Trobe, 1758-1836.
T. 91.

ANGELS, 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;

HARK, the herald angels sing:
"Glory to the new-born King,
Glory in the highest heaven,
Peace on earth, and man forgiven."
2 Joyful, all ye nations rise:
Join the triumph of the skies:
With the angelic host proclaim,

"Christ is born in Bethlehem.'

3 Veiled in flesh, the Godhead see,
Hail the incarnate Deity;

Pleased as man with men to dwell,
Jesus, our Immanuel.

4 Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace,
Hail the Sun of righteousness;
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings.

5 Lo, he lays his glory by:
Born, that man no more may die;
Born, to raise the sons of earth;
Born, to give them second birth.

6 Sing we then, with angels sing:
"Glory to the new-born King,
Glory in the highest heaven,
Peace on earth, and man forgiven."
Ch. Wesley (a), 1708-'8.

3 Stronger far his love than death: He, before the world's foundation, Ere he gave his creatures breath,

Or the elements their station,
Worms or seraphim their place,
Framed the counsel of his grace.

4 See the Son of God descend,
At the time by him directed,
Thirty years on earth to spend,
As a man despised, rejected,
As a victim to be slain,
His love's purpose to obtain.
5 What sure prophecies foretold,
And mysterious types depicted,
Sacred covenants of old,

Solemn promises predicted,
All was made Amen and Yea,
On that great, eventful day.

6 What shall I now give to thee? Take my heart as a thank-offering: What hast thou not done for me

By that life of woe and suffering? This restores far more than all

I had lost by Adam's fall.

Chr. I. La Trobe (from Chr. Gregor).

54.

REJOICE in Jesus' birth; To us a Son is given,

T. 582.

To us a Child is born on earth,

Who made both earth and heaven.

2 His arm supports the sky, The universe sustains;

The God supreme, the Lord most high, The King Messiah reigns.

3 His name, his nature soar
Beyond the angels' ken,

Yet whom the angelic hosts adore,
He pleads the cause of men.

4 Our Counsellor we praise,
Our Advocate above,
Who daily in his church displays
His miracles of love.

5 The mighty God is he,
Author of life and bliss,

The Father of eternity,

The glorious Prince of Peace.

Nor your hearts yet longer harden,
Hear his voice and ye shall live;
To God glory in the highest,
Peace on earth, good will to men.

2 Meek and lowly see your Saviour
Meet returning prodigals;
He receives them into favour,

Therefore come, 'tis God who calls:
Unto us a Son is given,
Unto us a Child is born.

3 Now to Bethlehem we're invited,
Or to Calvary, him to know;
But ere long we shall be cited,

When the trump of God shall blow, 'Fore the presence of his glory, As the judge of quick and dead.

4 Then on clouds in glory seated,

He'll pronounce their final doom, Who, while here, though oft entreated, For Immanuel found no room : Gracious Saviour, since thou callest, May not one of us refuse.

5 May we all then stand before thee,
Given unto thee without loss,
A's thy saints, who here adore thee,
In the manger, on the cross:
To God glory in the highest,
Peace on earth, good will to men.

5 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought.

6 Till then I would thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

63.

John Newton, 1725-1807.

T. II. SWEETER sounds than music knows, Charm me in Immanuel's name; All her hopes my spirit owes

To his birth, and cross, and shame.

2 When he came the angels sung, "Glory be to God on high!" Lord, unloose my stammering tongue, Who should louder sing than I?

3 Did the Lord a man become, That he might the law fulfil, Bleed and suffer in my room,

And canst thou, my tongue, be still?

4 No, I must my praises bring, Though they worthless are and weak; For should I refuse to sing,

Sure the very stones would speak.

5 O my Saviour, Shield, and Sun, Shepherd, Brother, Husband, Friend, Every precious name in one,

I will love thee without end.