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5 The Father's Son, God ever blest,
In the world become a guest;
He leads us from this vale of tears,
And makes us in His kingdom heirs.
Kyrie Eleis!

6 He came to earth despised and poor,
Man to pity and restore,

And make us rich in heaven above,
Alike with angels through His love.
Kyrie Eleis!

7 All this He did, that He might prove
To us sinners His great love;
For this let Christendom adore
And praise His name forevermore.
Kyrie Eleis!

AS

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S EACH happy Christmas
Dawns on earth again,

Comes the holy Christ-child
To the hearts of men.

2 Enters with His blessing
Into every home,

Guides and guards our footsteps
As we go and come.

3 All unknown beside me
He will ever stand,

And will safely lead me
With His own right hand.

M. Luther. R. Massie, Tr.

G. F. Kayser. H. R. Krauth, Tr.

HARE

132

ARK! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King;
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled!
Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
Universal nature say,

Christ the Lord is born today.
Hark! the herald angels sing.
Glory to the new-born King!

2 Christ, by highest heaven adored;
Christ the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold Him come,
Offspring of a virgin's womb:
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;
Hail, th' incarnate Deity,

Pleased as man with men to dwell,
Jesus, our Immanuel!

Hark! the herald angels, etc.

3 Hail the heavenly Prince of Peace,
Hail the Sun of Righteousness;
Life and light to all He brings,
Ris'n with healing in His wings.
Mild, He lays His glory by,
Born that man no more may die,
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Hark! the herald angels, etc.

4 Come, Desire of nations, come,
Fix in us Thy humble home;
Rise, the woman's conquering seed,
Bruise in us the serpent's head.
Adam's likeness, Lord, efface;
Stamp Thy likeness in its place;
Oh, to all Thyself impart,
Formed in each believing heart.
Hark! the herald angels, etc.

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Ch. Wesley.

HALLELUJAH, hallelujah, hallelujah, halle

lujah!

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu

jah!

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu-
jah!

O rejoice, ye Christians, loudly,
For our joy has now begun;

Wondrous things our God hath done;
Tell abroad His goodness proudly,
Who our race hath honored thus
That He deigns to dwell with us.

Joy, O joy, beyond all gladness!
Christ hath done away with sadness!
Hence, all sorrow and repining,
For the Sun of grace is shining!

2 Hallelujah, etc.

See, my soul, thy Savior chooses
Weakness here and poverty;
In such love He comes to thee,

Nor the hardest couch refuses;
All He suffers for thy good,

To redeem thee by His blood.
Joy, O joy, etc.

3 Hallelujah, etc.

Lord, how shall I thank Thee rightly!
I acknowledge that by Thee

I am saved eternally.

Let me not forget it lightly,

But to Thee through all things cleave,
And my heart true peace receive.
Joy, O joy, etc.

4 Hallelujah, etc.

Jesus, guide and guard Thy members;
Fill Thy brethren with Thy grace,
Hear their prayers in every place;
Quicken now life's faintest embers;
Grant all Christians, far and near,
Holy peace, a glad New Year!
Joy, O joy, etc.

C. Keymann. C. Winkworth, Tr.

134

COME now, ye shepherds, away from your

fold,

Come, the dear lovable Child to behold;
Gaze with delight on Christ, the Anointed,
By God as Savior for us appointed,
Banish all fear!

2 Yea, let us witness in Bethlehem's stall What we have heard through the heavenly

call;

There, with glad voices, publish the story,
Sing of the Savior's wonderful glory.
Hallelujah!

3 Truly the angels are singing today
Unto the shepherds this beautiful lay:
Peace in its fulness to you is granted,
Good will to mortals in all hearts planted.
Glory to God!

CHRIS

135

P. Gerhardt. H. Brueckner, Tr.

HRIST was born on Christmas day,
Wreathe the holy, twine the bay;

Light and life and joy is He,

The Babe, the Son, the Holy One of Mary.

2 He is born to set us free,

He is born our Lord to be;

Carol, Christians, joyfully;

The God, the Lord, by all adored forever.

3 Christian men, rejoice and sing,

'Tis the birthday of our King;

Carol, Christians, joyfully;

The God, the Lord, by all adored forever.

4 Sing out with bliss,

His name is this: Immanuel!

As 'twas foretold in days of old,

By Gabriel.

J. M. Neale.

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