3 The answering hills of Palestine
Send back the glad reply,
And greet, from all their holy heights,
The dayspring from on high.
4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee
There comes a holier calm,
And Sharon waves, in solemn praise,
Her silent groves of palm.
5 "Glory to God!" the sounding skies
Loud with their anthems ring-
"Peace to the earth-good-will to men
From heaven's eternal King!"
6 Light on thy hills, Jerusalem!
The Savior now is born!
And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains Breaks the first Christmas morn.
1 ARRAYED in clouds of golden light,
More bright than heaven's resplendent bow,
Jehovah's angel comes by night
To bless the sleeping world below;
How soft the music of his tongue!
How sweet the hallowed strains he sung!
2 Good-will henceforth to man be given;
The light of glory beams on earth;
Let angels tune the harps of heaven,
And saints below rejoice with mirth:
On Bethlehem's plains the shepherds sing,
And Judah's children hail their King.
1 SONS of men, behold from far,
Hail the long-expected star!
Star of truth, that gilds the night,
And guides bewildered men aright.
2 Mild it shines on all beneath,
Piercing through the shades of death;
Scattering error's wide-spread night;
Kindling darkness into light.
3 Nations all, remote and near,
Haste to see your Lord appear;
Haste; for him your hearts prepare;
Meet him manifested there!
4 There behold the dayspring rise,
Pouring light on mortal eyes;
See it chase the shades away,
Shining to the perfect day!
The Messiah's Coming and Kingdom.
1 Joy to the world! the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King:
Let every heart prepare him room,
And heaven and nature sing.
2 Joy to the earth! the Savior reigns!
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains, Repeat the sounding joy.
3 No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make his blessings flow
As far as sin is found.
4 He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.
1 HARK! the glad sound! the Savior comes !
The Savior, promised long!
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.
2 On him the Spirit, largely poured,
Exerts its sacred fire;
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
His holy breast inspire.
3 He comes, from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray;
And on the eyeballs of the blind
To pour celestial day.
4 He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,
And with the treasure of his grace
Enrich the humble poor.
5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim,
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With the beloved name.
Christ the Light of the World.
1 BEHOLD the Prince of Peace,
The chosen of the Lord,
God's well-beloved Son, fulfils
The sure, prophetic word.
2 No royal pomp adorns
This King of Righteousness;
Meekness and patience, truth and love,
Compose his princely dress.
3 The Spirit of the Lord,
In rich abundance shed,
On this great Prophet gently lights,
And rests upon his head.
4 Jesus, the light of men!
His doctrine life imparts;
O, may we feel its quickening power
To warm and glad our hearts!
5 Cheered by its beams, our souls
Shall run the heavenly way:
The path which Christ has marked and trod
Will lead to endless day.
Christ's Entry into Jerusalem.
1 RIDE on, ride on in majesty !
Hark, all the tribes "Hosanna" cry!
Thy humble beast pursues his road,
With palms and scattered garments strowed.
2 Ride on, ride on in majesty !
In lowly pomp ride on to die!
O Christ, thy triumphs now begin,
O'er captive death and conquered sin.
3 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
The wingéd squadrons of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes,
To see th' approaching sacrifice.
4 Ride on, ride on in majesty !
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father, on his sapphire throne,
Expects his own anointed Son!
10 SUFFERING Friend of human kind!
How, as the fatal hour drew near,
Came thronging on thy holy mind
The images of grief and fear.
2 Gethsemane's sad midnight scene,
The faithless friends, th' exulting foes,
The thorny crown, the insult keen,
The scourge, the cross, before thee rose.
3 Did not thy spirit shrink dismayed,
As the dark vision o'er it came,
And though in sinless strength arrayed, Turn, shuddering, from the death of shame?
4 Onward, like thee, through scorn and dread, May we our Father's call obey,
Steadfast thy path of duty tread,
And rise, through death, to endless day.
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