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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.

54. L. M. 61. T. Moore.

The Song of Angels. 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.

ANONYMOUS.

55. 7s M. Anonymous.

Star of Bethlehem.
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!

WATTS.

56. C. M. Watts.

The Messiahs 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.

DODDRIDGE.

57. C. M. Doddridge.

Christ's Message. 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.

58. S. M. Needham.

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.

59. L. M. Milman.

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,

(’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!

60. L. M. Bulfinch.

Christ the Sufferer.
1 O 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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