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O sola magnarum urbium.
BETHLEHEM! of noblest cities

None can once with thee compare ;
Thou alone the Lord from Heaven

Didst for us Incarnate bear.
Fairer than the sun at morning

Was the star that told His Birth;
To the lands their God announcing,

Hid beneath a form of earth. 3. By its lambent beauty guided,

See the Eastern kings appear,
See them bend, their gifts to offer,

Gifts of incense, gold, and myrrh. 4 Offerings of mystic meaning !

Incense doth the God disclose ;
Gold a royal Child proclaimeth;

Myrrh a future tomb foreshows. 5 Holy Jesu ! in Thy brightness

To the Gentile world displayed,
With the Father, and the Spirit,
Endless praise to Thee be paid. Amen.

Prudentius.
E. Caswall. (tr.)

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Hall the day, when in the sky
Shone the Day-spring from on high;
When the star from heaven displayed
Where the holy Child was laid.

2 Onward moving that bright flame

Did the Saviour's birth proclaim ;
And the Gentiles came to bring
Offerings to their Infant King.

3 Lord of glory, may Thy light

Shine upon our darkened sight,
Till it guide us to the rest

Where Thy people shall be blest. 4. May it light us on the road

Leading to the throne of God;
And our offering then shall be
Hearts devoted, Lord, to Thee.

5 Hymns of glory and of praise,

Father, unto Thee we raise ;
Praise to Thee, O Christ our King,
And the Holy Ghost, we sing. Amen.

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Crudelis Herodes Deum. 1 WHY, cruel Herod, quake with fear

To see thy God as King appear?
He who claims Heaven for His own
Will never snatch thy earthly throne.

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The Eastern Sages, from afar,
Obey with joy the guiding star ;
The True Light, by its light, they seek,
And own Him God with homage meek.

3 In Jordan's pure baptismal wave

The lowly Lamb of God doth lave ;
Whose washing, sins which He ne'er brought
Hath borne away, and made as nought.

4 Surprise to trembling awe was hushed

When water in the vessels blushed ;
And, bidden by His word Divine,
The crystal drops formed ruddy wine.

5 Jesus! to Thee be endless praise,

Whom Gentiles saw in later days;
And owned, revealed in Thy Face,
The Father's Love, the Spirit's Grace.

Sedulius.
W. E. Green. (tr.)

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Sons of men, behold from far !
Hail the long-expected Star !
Jacob's star, that gilds the night,
Guides bewildered nature right.

2 Mild it shines on all beneath,

Piercing through the shades of death,
Scatt'ring error's wide-spread night,
Kindling darkness into light.

3 Nations all, far off and near,
Haste to see your

God appear ;
Haste, for Him your hearts prepare,
Meet Him manifested there.

4. There behold the Day-spring rise,

Pouring light upon your eyes ;
See it chase the shades away,
Shining to the perfect day.

5 Sing, ye morning-stars, again ;

God descends on earth to reign ;
Deigns for man His life to employ ;
Shout, ye sons of God, for joy!

6 *Hymns of glory and of praise,

Father, unto Thee we raise ;
Praise to Thee, O Christ, our King,
And the Holy Ghost, we sing. Amen.

C. Wesley.

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THE race that long in darkness pined

Have seen a glorious Light;
The people dwell in day, who dwelt

In death's surrounding night.

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To hail Thy rise, Thou better Sun,

The gathering nations come,
Joyous as when the reapers bear

The harvest-treasures home.

3 For Thou our burden hast removed,

And quelled the oppressor's sway,
Quick as the slaughtered squadrons fell

In Midian's evi) day.

4 To us a Child of Hope is born,

To us a Son is given ;
Him shall the tribes of earth obey,

Him, all the hosts of heaven.

5 His Name shall be the Prince of Peace,

For evermore adored,
The Wonderful, the Counsellor,

The great and mighty Lord.
6 His power increasing still shall spread,

His reign no end shall know :
Justice shall guard His throne above,
And peace abound below. Amen.

7. Morrison.

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Jesu dulcis memoria.
1 JESU !-the very thought is sweet!

In that dear Name all heart-joys meet;
But sweeter than the honey far
The glimpses of His Presence are.
No word is sung more sweet than this,
No name is heard more full of bliss :
No thought brings sweeter comfort nigh,

Than Jesus, Son of God Most High. 3 Jesu! the Hope of souls forlorn !

How good to them for sin that mourn !
To them that seek Thee, Oh how kind !
But what art Thou to them that find?

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