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2 Christ, by highest heaven adored; 3 Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace ! Christ, the Everlasting Lord !

Hail, the Sun of Righteousness ! Late in time behold Him come, Light and life to all He brings, Offspring of the Virgin's womb: Risen with healing in His wings. Veiled in flesh the Godhead see; Mild He lays His glory by, Hail the Incarnate Deity,

Born that man no more may die, Pleased as man with men to dwell, Born to raise the sons of earth, Jesus, our Emmanuel.

Born to give them second birth. Hark! the herald angels sing,

Hark! the herald angels sing, “Glory to the new-born King." Glory to the new-born King.

Rev. Charles Wesley, 1739.; alt. G. Whitefield, 1753, M. Madan, 1760,

Suppl. to New Version, c. 1782, J. Kempthorne, 1810

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3 And ye, beneath life's crushing load, 4 For lo, the days are hastening on,

Whose forms are bending low, By prophet bards foretold, Who toil along the climbing way

When with the ever-circling years With painful steps and slow,

Comes round the age of gold ; Look now! for glad and golden hours When peace shall over all the earth Come swiftly on the wing:

Its ancient splendors fling, O rest beside the weary road,

And the whole world give back the song And hear the angels sing.

Which now the angels sing.

Rev. Edmund H. Sears, 1850

76 ST. LOUIS 8. 6. 8. 6. 7. 6. 8. 6.

Lewis H. Redner, 1868

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last-ing Light; The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee to-night. A-MEN.


No ear may hear His coming,

But in this world of sin, Where meek souls will receive Him still,

The dear Christ enters in.

2 For Christ is born of Mary ;

And gathered all above, While mortals sleep, the angels keep

Their watch of wondering love. O morning stars, together

Proclaim the holy birth; And praises sing to God the King,

And peace to men on earth.

3 How silently, how silently,

The wondrous gift is given ! So God imparts to human hearts

The blessings of His heaven.

4 O holy Child of Bethlehem,

Descend to us, we pray ;
Cast out our sin, and enter in,

Be born in us to-day.
We hear the Christmas angels

The great glad tidings tell ;
O come to us, abide with us,
Our Lord Emmanuel.

Bishop Phillips Brooks, 1868

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Copyright, 1895, by The Trustees of The Presbyterian Board of Publication and Sabbath-School Work 2 Listen to the wondrous story,

4“Christ is born, the great Anointed; Which they chant in hymns of joy: Heaven and earth His glory sing: “Glory in the highest, glory;

Glad receive whom God appointed Glory be to God Most High !

For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 3“Peace on earth, good-will from heaven, 5" Hasten, mortals, to adore Him; Reaching far as man is found;

Learn His Name, and taste His joy; Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven ; Till in heaven you sing before Him, Loud our golden harps shall sound. Glory be to God Most High!"

Rev. John Cawood, 1819 The Epiphany

78 (DIX)

I AS with gladness men of old 3 As they offered gifts most rare
Did the guiding star behold;

At that manger rude and bare;
As with joy they hailed its light, So may we with holy joy,
Leading onward, beaming bright; Pure, and free from sin's alloy,
So, most gracious God, may we All our costliest treasures bring,
Evermore be led to Thee.

Christ, to Thee, our heavenly King. 2 As with joyful steps they sped 4 Holy Jesus, every day To that lowly manger-bed,

Keep us in the narrow way; There to bend the knee before

And, when earthly things are past, Him whom heaven and earth adore ; Bring our ransomed souls at last So may we with willing feet

Where they need no star to guide, Ever seek Thy mercy-seat.

Where no clouds Thy glory hide.

William C. Dix, 1861

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