in your place.

2 When the morning paints the skies,
When the golden sunbeams rise,
Then my Saviour's form I find
Brightly imaged on my mind.

3 When the day-beams pierce the night,
Oft I think on Jesus' light,-
Think,-how bright that light will be
Shining through eternity.

4 When, as moonlight softly steals, Heaven its thousand eyes reveals,

Then I think;-who made their light Is a thousand times more bright.

5 When I see, in spring-tide gay,
Fields their varied tints display,
Wakes the thrilling thought in me,-
What must their Creator be?

6 Lord of all that's fair to see!
Come, reveal Thyself to me;
Let me, 'mid Thy radiant light,
See Thine unveil'd glories bright.

Ger., Johann Scheffler, 1657.
Tr. Frances Elizabeth Cox, 1841.

A-men.

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2 Joy to the earth,-the Saviour
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains
Repeat the sounding joy.

3 No more let sins and sorrows 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.

155

Isaac Watts, 1709.

HARK the glad sound! the Saviour comes,-
The Saviour promised long;
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.

2 He comes, the pris'ners to release,
In Satan's bondage held,
The gates of brass before Him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

3 Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace!
Thy welcome shall proclaim,
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With Thy belovéd name.

Philip Doddridge, 1735.

156

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 regions 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,
'Twas more than heaven could hold.

4 Down to the portals of the sky
Th' impetuous torrent ran;
And angels rushed, 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 heavenly throng.

6 With joy the chorus we repeat-
"Glory to God on high!"
Good-will and peace are now complete;
Jesus was born to die.

Samuel Medley, 1793.

157 Veni Immanuel.

L. M.

CHARLES GOUNOD, 1872.

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2 Draw nigh, O Jesse's Rod, draw nigh,
To free us from the enemy;
From hell's abyss Thy people save,
And give us victory o'er the grave.
Rejoice! rejoice! Immanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel!

3 Draw nigh, draw nigh, O Morning Star,
And bring us comfort from afar;
And banish far from us the gloom
Of sinful night and endless doom.
Rejoice! rejoice! Immauuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel!

4 Draw nigh, draw nigh, O David's Key,
The heavenly gate unfolds to Thee;
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery.
Rejoice! rejoice! Immanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel!

5 Draw nigh, draw nigh, O Lord of Might,
Who once from Sinai's flaming height
Didst give the trembling tribes Thy Law,
In cloud, and majesty, and awe.
Rejoice! rejoice! Immanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel!

Tr. John M. Neale, 1851.

158 Carol.

C. M.

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R. S. WILLIS, 1860.

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2 Still through the cloven skies they came
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 Yet with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long; Beneath the angel-strain have rolled

Two thousand years of wrong; And man, at war with man, hears not The love-song which they bring: Oh! hush the noise, ye men of strife, And hear the angels sing!

4 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
Come swiftly on the wing;
Oh! rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing!

5 For lo! the days are hast'ning on
By prophet-bards foretold,
When with the ever-circling years
Comes round the age of gold;
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And all the world give back the song
Which now the angels sing.

Edmund H. Sears, 1850.