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C. M. Worthy of ceaseless praise from all his creatures. DRAISE ye the Lord, ye' immortal choirs I That fill the worlds above; Praise him who form’d you of his fires,
And feeds you with his love.
The floor of his abode;
Before your brighter God.
Whose beams create our days, Join with the silver queen of night,
To own your borrow'd rays. 4 Thunder and hail, and fire and storms,
The troops of his command, Appear in all your dreadful forms,
And speak his awful hand.
In your eternal roar;
And shore reply to shore.
Ye mortals, catch the sound; Echo the glories of your King
Through all the nations round. 112.
5th P. M. 4 lines 78. Eternal praises to the Most High. MHEE to laud in songs divine
1 Angels in thy presence join : We with them our voices raise, Echo thine eternal praise. 2 Holy, holy, holy Lord, Live, by heaven and earth adored : Thus, with them, we ever cry, Glory be to God most high!
THE INCARNATION AND BIRTH OF
W All seated on the ground,
And glory shone around.
Had seized their troubled mind,) . Glad tidings of great joy I bring,
To you and all mankind.
Is born, of David's line,
And this shall be the sign:
To human view display'd,
And in a manger laid.
Appear'd a shining throng
Who thus address'd their song: 6 All glory be to God on high,
And to the earth be peace :
Begin and never cease.
9th P. M. 87, 87.
2 Listen to the wondrous story,
Which they chant in hymns of joy :Glory in the highest, glory,
Glory be to God most high!
Reaching far as man is found;
Loud our golden harps shall sound.
Heaven and earth his praises sing;
For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 5 Hasten, mortals, to adore him ;
Learn his name, and taste his joy;
Glory be to God most high! 115
15th P. M. 11 9, 11 9.
A When, enrobed in our clay,
How can we refrain
To unite in the strain,
2 Ye angels of God,
Sound his praises abroad,
We also will join
In a hymn so divine,
Of this once blessed morn
Sweet accents of praise
All our voices shall raise; Hallelujahs shall be our employ!
4 Let echo prolong
The harmonious song,—
He kindles the fire,
Whom the nations desire, And to him we devote the glad strain. 116
C. M. Glory to God in the highest. MORTALS, awake, with angels join, M And chant the solemn lay; Joy, love, and gratitude combine,
To hail the auspicious day.
And sweet seraphic fire
And strung and tuned the lyre. 3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew,
And loud the echo rollid; The theme, the song, the joy, was new,
'Twas more than heaven could hold. 4 Down through the portals of the sky
The' impetuous torrent ran; And angels flew, with eager joy,
To bear the news to man.
Glory to God on high!
Jesus was born to die.
Redeemer, Brother, Friend! Though earth, and time, and life shall fail,
Thy praise shall never end. 7 Hark! the cherubic armies shout,
And glory leads the song: Good-will and peace are heard throughout
The' harmonious heavenly throng.
P. M. 11 10, 11 10.
The star in the East. DRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning,
D Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ; Star of the East, the horizon adorning,
Guide where the infant Redeemer is laid. 2 Cold, on his cradle, the dew-drops are shining;
Low lies his bed with the beasts of the stall;. Angels adore him, in slumber reclining,
Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour, of all. 3 Sáy, shall we yield him, in costly devotion,
Odours of Eden and off'rings divine ? Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine? 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation;
Vainly with gifts would his favour secure;
And every voice a song.
In Satan's bondage held ;
The iron fetters yield.
To clear the mental ray,
The wounded soul to cure,
To' enrich the humble poor.