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I', Futter. Son and holy Ghost
One God, whom we wtore. 111 praise and glory be ascribed
Both now and evermore
( Statuto tecreta Dei. 12. 39.
The rolling years at length fuil
d him, ye heavens, from above,
th' everlasting seed embrace The Haviour of our long-lost race.
All praise and glory we afford,
The Prince of Peace, to sinners given,
The Word of God, that dwelt on high
Our God is in a manger laid,
And see, those heaven-directing hands
He'll come once more to judge the earth,
(Jam desinant suspiria. No. 41.)
CEASE, weary mortals, cease to sigh,
from on high, E'en now he sendeth from above The Prince of Peace, the Lord of Love. The silence of the night profound Is broken by a heavenly sound ; The angel-host to mortal ear Announcing that the Lord is near. So while the shepherds' feet are led Within the Saviour's lowly shed, We, too, will contemplate the sight, The wonder that is brought to light. Thither in fancy we repair : We enter in : what see we there? A stall, a manger rudely piled, A other and an infant child.
Can this be He, the Lord of Grace,
It is : faith penetrates the clouds,
E'en here the teacher we discern :
learn ; With Him, from worldly pride be pure : Meekly, with Him, thy woes endure.
Oh! holy Babe, thy love inspire,
WHILE shepherds watched their flocks by
night, All seated on the ground, The Angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around :
"Fear not," said he, for mighty dread
Had seized their troubled mind ; “Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you
and all mankind.
“ To you in David's town this day
Is born, of David's line,
And this shall be the sign :
To human view displayed,
And in a manger laid.”
Appeared a shining throng
Addressed their joyful song: “ All glory be to God on high,
And to the earth be peace :
Begin, and never cease.”
(Adeste fideles. No. 42.)
Oh! come ye faithful, and your homage bring
To David's town with glad accord; Behold the Son, behold the angels' King:
Oh, come ye, and sing praises to the Lord ! For he, the God of God, the Light of Light,
The Virgin's womb hath not abhorred: And God is now reveald to mortal sight!
Oh, come ye, and sing praises to the Lord !