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5. Sounds of so sweet a tone

Before were never known,
But when of old the sons of morning sung

While God disposed in air,

Each constellation fair,
And the well-balanced world on hinges hung.

6. “Hail, hail, auspicious morn!

The Saviour Christ is born!" Such was th' immortal seraph's song sublime ;

“Glory to God in heaven!

To man sweet peace Sweet peace and friendship to the end of time.”


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C. M.
1. Joy to the world, the Lord is come !

Let earth receive her King;

heart prepare
And heav'n and nature sing.
2. Joy to the world—the Saviour reigns,

Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods-rocks, hills and plains

Repeat the sounding joy.
3. No more let sin and sorrow grow,

Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make his blessings flow

Far as the curse is found.
4. He rules the world with truth and grace,

And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness,

And wonders of His love.


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1. MORTALS, awake, with angels join,

And chant the solemn lay;
Joy, love, and gratitude, combine

To hail th' auspicious day.

2. In heaven the rapturous song began,

And sweet seraphic fire
Through all the shining legions ran,

And strung and tuned the lyre.
3. Swift through the vast expanse it flew,

And loud the echo rolled;
The theme, the song, the joy, was new,

'T was more than heaven could hold. 4. Down through the portals of the sky

Th’impetuous torrent ran;
And angels flew, with eager joy,

To bear the news to man.

5. Hark! the cherubic armies shout,

And glory leads the song ;
Good-will and peace are heard throughout

Th' harmonious angel throng. 6. Hail, Prince of life ! forever hail,

Redeemer, brother, friend!
Though earth, and time, and life should fail,
Thy praise shall never end.


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1. HARK, the glad sound! the Saviour comes !

The Saviour promised long !

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2. On Him the Spirit largely poured,

Exerts its sacred fire;
Wisdom and might, and zeal, and love,

His holy breast inspire.
3. He comes, the prisoner to release,

In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before Him burst,

The iron fetters yield.

4. He comes, from thickest films of vice

To clear the mental ray,
And on the eyeballs of the blind

To pour celestial day.
5. He comes, the broken heart to bind,

The bleeding soul to cure,
And with the treasures of His grace

To enrich the humble poor.
6. Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,

The welcome shall proclaim,
And heaven's eternal arches ring

With Thy beloved name.


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1. Calm on the listening ear of night,

Come heaven's melodious strains,
Where wild Judea stretches far

Her silver-mantle plains.
2. Celestial choirs, frorn courts above,

Shed sacred glories there,
And angels, with their sparkling lyres,

Make music on the air.
3. The answering hills of Palestine

Send back the glad reply;
And greet, from all their holy heights,

The day-spring from on high.
4. O'er the blue depths of Galilee

There comes a holier calm,
And Sharon waves, in solemn praise,

Her silent groves of palm.
5. "Glory to God!" the sounding skies

Loud with their anthems ring-
“Peace to the earth, good-will to men,

From heaven's eternal King !"

6. Light on thy hills, Jerusalem!

The Saviour now is born!
And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains

Breaks the first Christmas morn.



C. M.

1. MESSIAH! at Thy glad approach

The howling winds are still;
Thy praises fill the lonely waste,
And breathe from


2. The incense of the spring ascends

Upon the morning gale;
Red o'er the hill the roses bloom,

The lilies in the vale.
3. Renew'd, the earth a robe of light,

A robe of beauty wears ;
And in new heav'ns a brighter Sun

Leads on the promis'd years.
4. Let Israel to the Prince of Peace

The loud hosanna sing;
With hallelujahs, and with hymns,

O Zion, hail thy King.


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1. HARK! what celestial sounds,

What music fills the air!
Soft warbling to the morn,

It strikes the ravished ear;
Now all is still; now wild it floats,
In tuneful notes, loud, sweet, and shrill.
2. Th’ angelic hosts descend,

With harmony divine :
See how from heaven they bend,

And in full chorus join:
“ Fear not,” say they ; “ Great joy we bring :
Jesus, your King, is born to-day."

3. He comes, your souls to save

From death's eternal gloom;
To realms of bliss and light

He lifts you from the tomb:
Your voices raise, with sons of light;
Your songs unite of endless praise.
4. Glory to God, on high !

Ye mortals spread the sound,
And let your raptures fly

To earth's remotest bound;
For peace on earth, from God in heaven,
To man is given, at Jesus' birth.



H. M.
1. HARK! hark !-the notes of joy

Roll o'er the heavenly plains,
And seraphs find employ

For their sublimest strains;
Some new delight in heaven is known:
Loud sound the harps around the throne.
2. Hark! hark !-the sound draws nigh,

The joyful host descends;
Jesus forsakes the sky,

To earth His footsteps bend;
He comes to bless our fallen race;
He comes with me ges of grace.
3. Bear, bear the tidings round;

Let every mortal know
What love in God is found,

What pity He can show;
Ye winds that blow! ye waves that roll!
Bear the glad news from pole to pole.
4. Strike, strike the harps again,

To great Immanuel's name;
Arise, ye sons of men !

And all His grace proclaim;
Angels and men wake every string,
'Tis God the Saviour's praise we sing.


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