66 They who set at nought and scorn'd Him, Shall the great Messiah see. 3 Now redemption, long expected, མ་་་་་ 1 BEHOLD the Lamb of God, 2 Be ev'ry valley high, Be ev'ry mountain low! The proud must stoop-the humble soul 3 The heathen realms abroad 4 Behold the day-spring rise, Ye that in darkness dwell! He marks the path, which leads to peace, 1 GLORY to God, the holy angels cry; Glory to God, let ev'ry heart reply; The sun of righteousness now shines on earth, And peace returns at our Redeemer's birth. 2 Good-will to men, the holy angels cry; Good-will to men, let ev'ry heart reply; Let hatred, strife, and wrath, be heard no more, But peace and love be spread from shore to shore. 3 Glory to God, who sent his Son from heav'n, For us a child is born, a Saviour given; He comes with peace, and pardon from above, And rules his people with the laws of love. 4 Jesus the long-expected Saviour's come, Let ev'ry heart prepare to make him room; Let infant tongues proclaim his love abroad, And join to praise their Saviour and their 1 WHEN Jordan hush'd his waters still, And silence slept on Zion's hill; When Bethel's shepherds thro' the night, Watch'd o'er their flocks by starry light. 2 Hark! from the midnight hills around, A voice of more than mortal sound, In distant Hallelujahs stole, Wild murm'ring on the raptur'd soul. 3 Then swift to ev'ry startled eye, 4 On wheels of light, and wings of flame, 66 5 "O Zion, lift thy raptur'd eye, The long expected hour is nigh, The joys of nature rise again, The Prince of Salem comes to reign. 6 See mercy, from her golden urn, Pours a rich stream to them that mourn; The bleeding bosom of despair. 7 He comes to cheer the trembling heart, Night, and her spectres pale, depart; Again, the day-star gilds the gloom, Again, the bowers of Eden bloem.' HYMN VII. 7s. 1 HARK! the herald-angels sing, 2 Joyful, all ye nations, rise; 3 Christ, by highest heav'n ador'd, 4 Veil'd in flesh, the Godhead see, Pleas'd as man with men t' appear, 5 Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace! 6 Mild He lays his glory by, HYMN VIII. L. M. 1 REJOICE my soul, behold the morn, 2 He meekly stoops to visit earth, 3 Arise my soul, and hail the day, ་་་་་་ HYMN IX. C. M. 1 HIGH let us swell our tuneful notes, And join th' angelic throng: |