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PRAISE 144 the
, ye’ immortal choirs
C. M. Worthy of ceaseless praise from all his creatures. RAISE ye
That fill the worlds above;
And feeds you with his love.
The floor of his abode;
Before your brighter God.
Whose beams create our days, Join with the silver queen of night,
To own your borrow'd rays. 4 Thunder and hail, and fire and storms,
The troops of his command, Appear in all your dreadful forms,
And speak his awful hand.
In your eternal roar;
And shore reply to shore.
Ye mortals, catch the sound; Echo the glories of your King
Through all the nations round. 112
5th P. M. 4 lines 78.
Angels in thy presence join :
THE INCARNATION AND BIRTH OF
watch'artheir flocks by night,
All seated on the ground,
And glory shone around.
Had seized their troubled mind,) Glad tidings of great joy I bring,
To you and all mankind.
Is born, of David's line,
And this shall be the sign :
To human view display'd,
And in a manger laid.
Appear'd a shining throng
Who thus address'd their song: 6 All glory be to God on high,
And to the earth be peace :
Begin and never cease.
9th P. M. 87, 87. Peace on earth-good-will to men. ARK! what mean those holy voices,
Sweetly sounding through the skies? Lo! the angelic host rejoices ;
Heavenly hallelujahs rise.
2 Listen to the wondrous story,
Which they chant in hymns of joy :
Glory be to God most high !
Reaching far as man is found;
Loud our golden harps shall sound.
Heaven and earth his praises sing;
For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 5 Hasten, mortals, to adore him ;
Learn his name, and taste his joy;
Glory be to God most high ! 115
15th P. M. 11 9, 11 9.
A When, enromed in our clay,
The Redeemer appear'd upon earth;
How can we refrain
To unite in the strain,
2 Ye angels of God,
Sound his praises abroad,
We also will join
In a hymn so divine,
30 may the return
Of this once blessed morn
Sweet accents of praise
All our voices shall raise ; Hallelujahs shall be our employ!
4 Let echo prolong
The harmonious song,
He kindles the fire,
Whom the nations desire,
And chant the solemn lay;
To hail the auspicious day.
And sweet seraphic fire
And strung and tuned the lyre. 3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew,
And loud the echo rollid; 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.-
Glory to God on high !
Jesus was born to die.
Redeemer, Brother, Friend ! Though earth, and time, and life shall fail,
Thy praise shall never end. 7 Hark! the cherubic armies shout,
And glory leads the song: Good-will and peace are heard throughout
The' harmonious heavenly throng.
P. M. 11 10, 11 10.
The star in the East.
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ; Star of the East, the horizon adorning,
Guide where the infant Redeemer is laid. 2 Cold, on his cradle, the dew-drops are shining;
Low lies his bed with the beasts of the stall; Angels adore him, in slumber reclining,
Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour, of all. 3 Sáy, shall we yield him, in costly devotion,
Odours of Eden and off'rings divine ? Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine? 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation;
Vainly with gifts would his favour secure; Richer by far is the heart's adoration ;
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.
The Saviour, promised long;
prepare a throne,
In Satan's bondage held;
The iron fetters yield.
To clear the mental ray,
To pour celestial day.
The wounded soul to cure,
To enrich the humble poor.