16. ANGELS, from the realms of glory You who sang creation's story Come, and worship; Worship Christ, the new-born King! Shepherds, in the field abiding, Watching o'er your flocks by night! God with man is now residing, Come, and worship; Worship Christ, the new-born King! Saints, before the altar bending, Worship Christ, the new-born King! Sinners, wrung with true repentance, Mercy calls you-break your chains! Worship Christ, the new-born King. 17. NOW let our mingling voices rise In grateful rapture to the skies, And hail a Saviour's birth; Let songs of joy the day proclaim, When JESUS from His glory came To bless the sons of earth. He came to bid the weary rest, To spread the light of truth around, He came our trembling souls to save From sin, from sorrow, and the grave, And chase our fears away; Victorious over death and time, To lead us to a happier clime, THE race that long in darkness walk'd The people dwell in day, who dwelt For unto us a Child is born; To us a Son is given; Him shall the tribes of earth obey, Him all the hosts of heaven. His Name shall be the Prince of Peace, For evermore adored, The Wonderful, the Counsellor, The Great and Mighty Lord. As printed (for the 23rd Psalm) in "Ten Church Pieces for the Organ, with four Anthems, for the use of Nayland Church, in Suffolk; and published for its benefit by William Jones, M.A., F.R.S., author of a Treatise on the Art of Music, &c., Opera II." With a Dedication to Lady Rushout, dated "Nayland, March 25, 1789." ARMAGH. C. M. d JAMES TURLE, 1862. Composed for this work. HIGH let us swell our tuneful notes, And join the angelic throng, For Angels no such love have known To wake a cheerful song. Good-will to sinful men is shown, Glory to God in highest strains, In highest worlds be paid; When shall we reach those blissful realms Where Christ exalted reigns; And learn of the celestial choir Their own immortal strains? |