Christ, by highest Heav'n ador'd,
Christ, the everlasting LORD,
Late in time behold Him come,
Offspring of a Virgin's womb!

Veil'd in flesh the Godhead see,
Hail, INCARNate Deity:

Pleas'd as man with man to dwell,
JESUS, our IMMANUEL.

Hail, the Heav'n-born PRINCE OF PEACE,
Hail, the SUN OF RIGHTEOUSNESS!
Light and Life to all He brings,
Ris'n with healing in His wings.

Mild He lays His glory by,

Born, that man no more may die:
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born, to give them second birth!

HYMN 8.

YE faithful, approach ye,
Joyfully triumphing;

O come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem ;
COME AND BEHOLD HIM

BORN THE KING OF ANGELS:

O come, let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him,

O COME, LET US ADORE HIM, CHRIST THE LORD.

GOD OF GOD,

LIGHT OF LIGHT,

Lo, HE abhors not the Virgin's womb; VERY GOD,

BEGOTTEN, NOT CREATED: O come, let us adore Him, &c.

Sing, choirs of Angels,

Sing in exultation,

Sing, all ye citizens of Heav'n above;
GLORY TO GOD

IN THE HIGHEST:

O come, let us adore Him, &c.

Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, Born this happy morning; JESU, to Thee be glory giv'n: WORD OF THE FATHER

LATE IN FLESH APPEARING: O come, let us adore Him, &c.

HYMN 9.

ANGELS, from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight o'er all the earth;
Ye who sang creation's story,
Now proclaim Messiah's Birth:
Come and worship!

Worship Christ the new-born King.

Shepherds, in the field abiding,
Watching o'er your flocks by night,
GOD with man is now residing,
Round you shines the heav'nly light;
Come and worship!

Worship Christ the new-born King.

Saints, before the altar bending,
Watching long in hope and fear;
Suddenly the LORD, descending,
In His Temple shall appear:
Come and worship!

Worship Christ the new-born King.

Circumcision of Christ.

HYMN 10.

THE year begins with Thee, And Thou beginn'st with woe; To let the world of sinners see That blood for sin must flow.

By Blood and Water too
GOD's mark is set on Thee,
That in Thee every faithful view
Both covenants might see.

Oh, are we born to tears,
Cradled in care and woe?
And seems it hard, our tender years
Few joys of youth can show?

And fall the sounds of mirth
Sad on the lonely heart,

From all the hopes and charms of earth
Untimely call'd to part?

Look here, and hold thy peace!
The Giver of all good

Ev'n from the womb takes no release
From suffering, tears, and blood.

If thou would'st reap in love,
First sow in holy fear;

So life a winter's morn may prove
To a bright endless year.

TO GOD the FATHER, SON,
And SPIRIT, glory be;
As was, and is, and shall be so
To all eternity.

Epiphany.

HYMN 11.

BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning,

Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid!

Star of the east, the horizon adorning,

Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid!

Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining,

Low is His Head with the beasts of the stall;

Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all.