64.

8.7.

THE SONG OF ANGELS.

Winter-Unity.

1 Hark! what mean those holy voices, Sweetly sounding through the skies! Lo! the angelic host rejoices;

Heavenly hallelujahs rise.

2 Listen to the wondrous story
Which they chant in hymns of joy;
"Glory in the highest, glory!

Glory be to God most high!

3 "Peace on earth, good-will from heaven,
Reaching far as man is found;
Souls redeemed and men forgiven;
Loud our golden harps shall sound.
4 "Christ is born, the great Anointed;
Heaven and earth his praises sing!
O receive whom God appointed,
For your Prophet, Priest, and King.
5 Hasten mortals to adore him;

Learn his name and taste his joy;
Till in heav'n ye sing before him,

'Glory be to God most high!"" 6 Let us learn the wondrous story Of our great Redeemer's birth; Spread the brightness of his glory Till it cover all the earth.

65.

BIRTH OF THE PRINCE OF PEACE. L.M.
Doversdale.

1 When Jordan hushed his waters still,
And silence slept on Zion hill;

And Bethlehem's shepherds, thro'the night, Watched o'er their flocks by starry light: 2 Hark! from the midnight hills around, A voice of more than mortal sound, In distant hallelujahs stole,

Wild murm'ring o'er the raptured soul. 3 Then swift to every startled eye, New streams of glory light the sky; Heaven bursts her azure gates to pour Her spirits to the midnight hour. 4 On wheels of light, on wings of flame, The glorious hosts of Zion came;

High heaven with songs of triumph rang,
While thus they struck their harps and

sang:

5 O Zion! lift thy raptured eye,

The long expected hour is nigh;
The joys of nature rise again,
The Prince of Salem comes to reign.

6 See mercy from her golden urn,

Pours a rich stream to them that mourn; Behold she binds with tender care

The bleeding bosom of despair.

He comes! to cheer the trembling heart, Bids Satan and his hosts depart; Again the Day-Star gilds the gloom, Again the bowers of Eden bloom! 8 O Zion! lift thy raptured eye, The long expected hour is nigh; The joys of nature rise again, The Prince of Salem comes to reign.

66.

THE INFANT SAVIOUR.

11.10.

Avison.

1 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!

Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid,

Star of the East, the horizon adorning,

Guide where the infant Redeemer is laid.

2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining;

Low lies his head with the beasts of the

stall;

Angels adore him, in slumber reclining—
Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all.

3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, Odours of Edom, and offerings divine?

Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the

ocean,

Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?

4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gold would his favour secure; Richer by far, is the heart's adoration— Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.

5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!

Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid,

Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

Glencairn-St. James'-St. Thomas'.

1 Ye who the name of Jesus bear,
His sacred steps pursue;

And let that mind which was in him
Be also found in you.

2 Though in the form of God he was,
His only Son declared,

Nor to be equally adored
As robbery did regard;

C. M.

3 His greatness he for us abased,
For us his glory vailed;

In human likeness dwelt on earth,
His majesty concealed:

4 Nor only as a man appears,
But stoops a servant low;

Submits to death, nay, bears the cross,
In all its shame and woe.

5 Hence God this generous love to men
With honours just hath crowned,
And raised the name of Jesus far
Above all names renowned:

6 That at this name, with sacred awe,
Each humble knee should bow,
Of hosts immortal in the skies,
And nations spread below:

7 That all the prostrate pow'rs of hell
Might tremble at his word,

And every tribe, and every tongue,
Confess that he is Lord.

68.

"NOWHERE TO LAY HIS HEAD."

Huntingtower-Solomon-Messiah.

1 Jesus! thou Man of Sorrows, born To sufferings here below,

C. M.

To toil through poverty and scorn,
Through weakness and through woe.