O come, let us a-dore Him, O come, let us a dore Him, Christ the Lord. A-MEN. 으으 Anon. (Latin, 18th cent.). Trans. by Re.. Frederick Oakeley, 1841: verse 1, lines 1, 2, alt. From angels bend - ing near the earth To touch their harps of gold: "Peace on the earth, good will to men, From heaven's all - gra cious King:" The world in solemn still-ness lay, To hear the angels 2 Still through the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled, And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world: Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hovering wing, And ever o'er its Babel-sounds The blessed angels sing. 3 And ye, beneath life's crushing load, Whose forms are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow, Look now! for glad and golden hours 4 For lo, the days are hastening on, Its ancient splendors fling, Rev. Edmund H. Scars, 1850 |