1562.

O daughter, take good heed,
Incline, and give good ear;
Thou must forget thy kindred all
And father's house most dear.

Instead of parents left,

O Queen, the chance so stands,

Thou shalt have sons whom thou may'st set
As princes in all lands.

Wherefore Thy holy name

All ages shall record;

The people shall give thanks to Thee

For evermore, O Lord.

JOHN HOPKINS

(Old Version).

EVENING.

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!

Cold on His cradle the dewdrops 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.

Say, shall we yield Him in costly devotion
Odours of Edom and offerings divine,
Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest or gold from the mine?

Vainly we offer each ample oblation,

Vainly with gifts would His favour secure ; Richer by far is the heart's adoration;

Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.

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!

1811.

REGINALD HEBER,
Bishop.

FIRST SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY.

1781.

MORNING.

The race that long in darkness sat
Have seen a glorious light;

The people dwell in day, who dwelt
In death's surrounding night.

To hail Thy rise, Thou better Sun,
The gathering nations come;
They joy as when the reapers bear
The harvest treasures home.

For Thou their burden dost remove,
And break the tyrant's rod,
As in the day when Midian fell
Before the sword of God.

For unto us a child is born,
To us a Son is given;

And on His shoulder ever rests

All power in earth and heaven.

His name shall be the Prince of Peace,
The God by all adored,

The Wonderful, the Counsellor,
The great and mighty Lord.

His power increasing still shall spread,
His reign no end shall know;
Justice shall guard His throne above,
And peace abound below.

JOHN MORISON (Scottish Paraphrases), altered.

1689. 1837.

EVENING.

Divine crescebas Puer.'

In stature grows the heavenly child
With death before His eyes;

A Lamb unblemished, meek and mild,
Prepared for sacrifice.

The Son of God His glory hides
With parents mean and poor :

And He who made the heavens abides
In dwelling place obscure.

Those mighty hands that stay the sky

No earthly toil refuse,

And He who set the stars on high
An humble trade pursues.

He whom the choirs of angels praise,
At whose command they fly,

His earthly parents now obeys
And lays His glory by.

For this Thy lowliness revealed,
Jesu, we Thee adore,

And praise to God the Father yield
And Spirit evermore.

JEAN BAPTISTE DE SANTEUIL.

tr. by JOHN CHANDLER,

SECOND SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY.

1739.

MORNING.

Sons of men, behold from far,
Hail the long expected Star!

Jacob's Star, that gilds the night,

Guides bewildered nature right.

Fear not hence that there should flow

Wars or pestilence below:

Wars it bids and tumults cease,
Ushering in the Prince of Peace.

Mild it shines on all beneath,
Piercing through the shades of death,
Scattering error's wide spread night,
Kindling darkness into light.

Nations all, far off and near,

Haste to see your God appear!
Haste, for Him your hearts prepare,
Meet Him manifested there!

There behold the dayspring rise,
Pouring light upon your eyes;
See it chase the shades away,
Shining to the perfect day!

Sing, ye morning stars, again!
God descends on earth to reign;
Deigns for man His life to employ;
Shout, ye sons of God, for joy!

CHARLES WESLEY.

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