CHRISTMAS HYMN. ARK! hark! with harps of gold, The radiant clouds have backward And angels smite the string. "Glory to God!"-bright wings Spread glistening and afar, And on the hallowed rapture rings From circling star to star. "Glory to God!" repeat And every wind and billow fleet, Where Hebrew bard hath sung, Or Hebrew bard hath trod, Each holy spot has found a tongue : "Let glory be to God." Soft swells the music now Along that shining choir, And every seraph bends his brow Soft!-yet the soul is bound With rapture like a chain: Earth, vocal, whispers them around, And heaven repeats the strain. Sound, harps, and hail the morn With every golden string;— For unto us this day is born A Saviour and a King! E. H. CHAPIN. CHRISTMAS BELLS. (HE bells-the bells-the Christmas bells How merrily they ring! As if they felt the joy they tell The silvery tones, o'er vale and hill, The bells the merry Christmas bells, They ring, as sunshine tips the hills, When, through the sky, the sovereign sun The Christmas bells-the Christmas bells, To weary hearts a pulse of joy, The poor man on his couch of straw, Hail the glad sounds, as voices sweet The bells the silvery Christmas bells, Voices of childhood, blithe and shrill, The bells-the solemn Christmas bells, And hark, the voice of worshippers TE DEUMS loud and GLORIAS: Come, to the Church,-away. JOHN W. BROWN. AVISON. CHORUS. HOUT the glad tidings, exultingly sing; Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is Sion, the marvellous story be telling, The Son of the Highest, how lowly His birth! The brightest Archangel in glory excelling, He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns upon earth. Tell how He cometh; from nation to nation, The heart-cheering news let the earth echo round; How free to the faithful He offers salvation, How His people with joy everlasting is crowned. |