91 O THOU joyful day, O thou blesséd day, Earth's hopes awaken, Christ life has taken, 2 0 thou joyful day, O thou blesséd day, Holy, peaceful Christmastide! Christ's light is beaming, Our souls redeeming, 3 O thou joyful day, O thou blesséd day, Holy, peaceful Christmastide! King of all glory, We bow before Thee, J. Falk. 92 THERE Long ago; High and low. 2 Out in the night so calm and still, Their song was heard; hill 3 Far away in the goodly land Fair and bright, Robed in white. A Child was born; And that they might His crown of glory share, Wore crown of thorn. 5 In mortal weakness, want and pain, He came to die, That the children of earth might in glory reign With Him on high. 6 And evermore in robes so fair And undefiled, Those ransomed children His praise declare, Who was a Child. Anon. 93 IMMANUEL! we sing Thy praise, Thou Prince of life! Thou Fount of grace! With all Thy saints, Thee, Lord, we sing ; Praise, honor, thanks, to Thee we bring! Hallelujah! How many a heart hath longed for Thee! Hallelujah! 3 Now art Thou here; we know Thee now; In lowly manger liést Thou: Hallelujah! 4 Now fearless I can look on Thee: From sin and grief Thou set'st me free; Thou bearest wrath, Thou conquerest deach, Fear turns to joy Thy glance beneath. Hallelujah! 5 Thou art my Head, my Lord divine; I am Thy member, wholly Thine; Hallelujah! 6 Thus will I sing Thy praises here, With joyful spirit year by year; C. Winkworth. Tr. P. Gerhardt. 94 SLEEP, my Savior, sleep, On Thy bed of hay, Till the dawn of day. 2 Sleep, my Savior, sleep, On Thy bed of hay, Wiping tears away. Sweet on Mary's breast; Take a happy rest. 4 Sleep, my Savior, sleep, Sweet on Mary's breast; One day Thou wilt rest. Anon. 95 LO From tender stem hath sprung, As men of old have sung. 2 Isaiah 'twas foretold it, The Rose I have in mind, With Mary we behold it, The Virgin-mother kind. To shew God's love aright 3 The shepherds heard the story Proclaimed by angels bright, Was born on earth this night. 4 O sweetest Flower, I love Thee! A light pure and divine, Fill Thou my heart's deep shrine ! Trier Gesangbuch. 96 WHAT is new upon the earth ? What fresh wonder goeth forth, That its ways are full of pilgrims, And its dwellings full of mirth. 2 Sounds of gladness on the air! Happy faces ev'rywhere! |