6 You must at last prevail; for see,
God's kindred now in Christ are we.
To God forever give ye praise,
Patient and cheerful all your days.
NOW praise we Christ, the Holy One,
The spotless virgin Mary's Son,
Far as the blessed sun doth shine,
E'en to the world's remote confine.
2 He who Himself all things did make,
A servant's form vouchsafed to take,
That He as man mankind might win,
And save His creatures from their sin.
3 The grace of God, the mighty Lord,
On the chaste mother was outpoured;
A virgin pure and undefiled
In wondrous wise conceived a child.
4 The holy maid became th' abode
And temple of the living God,
And she, who knew not man, was blest
With God's own Word made manifest.
5 The noble mother bore a Son,
For so did Gabriel's promise run,
When John confessed, and leapt with joy,
Ere yet the mother knew her boy.
6 In a rude manger stretched on hay,
In poverty content He lay;
With milk was fed the Lord of all,
Who feeds the ravens when they call.
7 Th' angelic choirs rejoice, and raise
Their voice to God in songs of praise;
To humble shepherds is proclaimed
The Shepherd who the world hath framed.
8 Honor to Thee, O Christ, be paid,
Pure Offspring of a holy maid,
With Father, and the Holy Ghost,
Till time in time's abyss be lost.
PRAISE ye the Lord, ye Christians! Yea,
Praise the Eternal One,
Who opens heaven to us this day,
And gives us His own Son.
2 He comes from His loved Father's side,
Becomes an infant small,
And lies with scarce a want supplied
Weak in an humble stall.
3 His power divine aside is laid,
No crown adorns His brow;
The mighty God who all things made
Comes as a servant now.
4 He nestles at His mother's breast,
Her precious nursling boy,
Whom saints and angels call the Blest,
And who is all their joy.
5 He is the Root of David's line,
King David's Lord and Son,
Through whom and by whose grace divine
The kingdom must be won.
6 A wonderful exchange He makes,
He puts on flesh and blood,
Then gives us back in what He takes,
His Godhead as our good.
7 He serves, that I a lord may be,
And gives His life for mine;
How could His love do more for me?
O mystery divine!
8 To-day He opens us the door
Of blissful Paradise,
The cherub threatens there no more;
Then let His praises rise!
REJOICE, rejoice, ye Christians,
With all your hearts this morn!
Oh, hear the blessed tidings,
"The Lord, the Christ, is born!"
Now brought us by the angels
That stand about God's throne:
O lovely are the voices
That make such tidings known.
2 O hearken to their singing,
"This Child shall be your Friend, The Father so hath willed it,
That thus your woes should end;
The Son is freely given,
That in Him ye may have
The Father's grace and blessing,
And know he loves to save.
3 "Nor deem the form too lowly
That clothes Him at this hour;
For know ye what it hideth?
'Tis God's almighty Power.
Though now within the manger
So poor and weak He lies,
He is the Lord of all things,
He reigns above the skies.
4 "Sin, death, and hell, and Satan
Have lost the victory;
This Child shall overthrow them,
As ye shall surely see;
Their wrath shall naught avail them,
Fear not, their reign is o'er;
This Child shall overthrow them,-
O hear and doubt no more."
ISTEN to those happy voices
Of the radiant angel throng!
How the earth and sky rejoices!
All the air is full of song!
Hallelujah! blissful morn!
Hallelujah! Christ is born!
2 Hear ye not the bright-robed angel
Cheering shepherds in the field-
Telling them the sweet Evangel
That the woes of man are healed?
Hear ye not the angel say:
Fear ye not, be glad to-day?
3 Bid the fiend of hell defiance!
Conquer'd now is every foe!
In His name have full reliance,
Who hath borne our sin and woe!
Hallelujah-death is braved!
Hallelujah-we are saved!
4 Should we not with songs of gladness
Glory give to God for aye?
Why be bowed with grief and sadness
When our sins are borne away?
Praise Him-with the angels vie-
Glory be to God on high!
5 Swell, ye saints, the blissful chorus,
Roll it onward like a sea!
As the angels, hovering o'er us,
Still repeat the melody.
Hear ye not the angel say:
Fear ye not, be glad to-day?
6 Gladly we repeat the story—
Vie with angels while they sing:
Be to God immortal glory-
Glory to the new-born King!
Hallelujah, blissful morn!
Hallelujah, Christ is born!
HE happy Christmas comes once more,
The heavenly Guest is at the door, The blessed words the shepherds thrill— The joyous tidings: Peace, Good-will!
2 To David's city let us fly,
Where angels sing beneath the sky;
Through plain and village pressing near,
And news from God with shepherds hear.
3 0 let us go with quiet mind,
The gentle Babe with shepherds find,
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