2 Angels caroled this sweet lay,
When in manger rude He lay;
Now once more cast grief away,
Glory in the highest.

3 He, then born to grief and pain,
Now to glory born again,
Calleth forth our gladdest strain,
Glory in the highest.

4 As He riseth, rise we too,
Tune we heart and voice anew,
Offering homage glad and true,
Glory in the highest. Amen.

MARY A. NICHOLSON, 1875.

2 The keepers watching near,

At that dread sight and sound,
Fell down with sudden fear
Like dead men to the ground.
Your voices raise, etc.

3 Then rose from death's dark gloom,
Unseen by mortal eye,
Triumphant o'er the tomb,

The Lord of earth and sky!
Your voices raise, etc.

4 O let your hearts be strong!

For we, like Him, shall rise, To dwell with Him ere long In bliss beyond the skies. Your voices raise, etc.

Amen.

W. WALSHAM HOW, 1872.

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Glory to our King!

3 Pleading for His children
In that blessed place,
Calling them to glory,

Sending them His grace;
His bright home preparing,
Faithful ones, for you;

Jesus ever liveth,

Ever loveth too.

All His work is ended,

Joyfully we sing,

Jesus hath ascended!

Glory to our King! Amen.

FRANCES R. HAVERGAL, 1871.