32.

Christo, dem Herrn sei Lob und Dank.

St. Magnus.

33.

JEREMIAH CLARKE, c. 1700.

1 WHEN Thou, O Lord, in flesh wert drest,

The world Thou mad'st to free,

The Inn, where weary travellers rest,
Had not a room for Thee.

2 The Holy Babe in manger rude
Was all His birth-night laid;

Pondering God's words, in thoughtful mood,
Nigh watched the Mother Maid.

8 But oh! that wondrous midnight round
What light, what glories throng,

When man his infant Saviour found,
And heard the angels' song!

4 Sweet anthem! caught from hosts on high,
Dwell thou our hearts within;

Blest bridal of the earth and sky,
Long separate through sin.

5 Though all unmeet that gladsome hymn
For harps by sin unstrung,

That psalm, by white-robed seraphim
In God's own presence sung,

6 Yet sometimes, when our spirit tires,
By toil and darkness worn,
Lord! make us hear seraphic choirs,
And give a glimpse of morn!

7 If love wax cold, and strife increase,
Chant in our hearts again,

Glory to God on high. and peace
"On earth, good will to men!"

Joseph Anstice, 1836.