4 He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,

And, with the treasures of His grace,
Enrich the humble poor.

5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim,
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With Thy beloved name.

OY to the world! the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King;

JOY

Let every heart prepare

Him room,

And heaven and nature sing.

2 Joy to the world! the Saviour reigns!
Let men their songs employ ;

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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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MORTALS, awake, with angels join

And chant the solemn lay;

Joy, love, and gratitude combine
To hail the auspicious day.

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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,
'Twas more than heaven could hold.
4 Down through the portals of the sky
The 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" is heard throughout
The harmonious angel-throng.

6 With joy the chorus we repeat,—

"Glory to God on high!

Good-will and peace are now complete;
Jesus is born to die!"

THEN

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HEN shone almighty Power and Love
In all their glorious forms,

When Jesus left His throne above,

To dwell with sinful worms.

2 Adoring angels tuned their songs
To hail the joyful day;

With rapture then let mortal tongues
Their grateful worship pay.

3 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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T came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,

From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold;
"Peace to the earth, good-will to man,
From heaven's all-gracious King:'
The earth in solemn stillness lay,
To hear the angels sing.

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2 Still through the cloven skies they come,
With peaceful wings unfurled;
And still celestial music floats
O'er all the weary world;
Above its sad and lowly plains

They bend on heavenly wing,
And ever o'er its Babel sounds,
The blessed angels sing.

3 O ye, beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,

Who toil along the climbing way,
With painful steps and slow ;-
Look up! for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
Oh rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing!

4 For lo! the days are hastening 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 final splendors fling,

And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing!

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HARK! what celestial sounds,

What music fills the air!

Soft warbling to the morn,

It strikes the ravished ear ;

Now all is still ;

In tuneful notes,

Now wild it floats | Loud, sweet, and shrill.

2 The angelic hosts descend

With harmony divine;

See how from heaven they bend,

And in full chorus join:

"Fear not," say they; | Jesus, your King,

"Great joy we bring:

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; | Your songs unite
With sons of light | 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."

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.

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2 Hark! hark !—the sounds draw nigh,
The joyful hosts descend;
Jesus forsakes the sky,

To earth His footsteps bend;
He comes to bless our fallen race;
He comes with messages 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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WHILE shepherds watched their flocks by

night,

All seated on the ground,

The Angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.

2 "Fear not," said he,-for mighty dread
Had seized their troubled mind,-
"Glad tidings of great joy I bring
Το you and all mankind.

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"To you, in David's town, this day,
Is born of David's line,

The Saviour who is Christ, the Lord;

And this shall be the sign :