To gaze on Him who gladdens them,
The loveliest flower of Jesse's stem!

4 The lowly Savior meekly lies,

Laid off the splendor of the skies;
No crown bedecks His forehead fair,
No pearl, nor gem, nor silk is there.
5 No human glory, might, and gold,
The lovely Infant's form enfold;
The manger and the swaddlings poor
Are His, whom angels' songs adore.

6 0 wake our hearts, in gladness sing,
And keep our Christmas with our King,
Till living song, from loving souls,
Like sound of mighty water rolls!

7 O holy Child, Thy manger gleams

Till earth and heaven glow with its beams,
Till midnight hath noon's brightness won,
And Jacob's Star outshines the sun.

8 Thou Patriarch's joy, Thou Prophet's song,
Thou heav'nly Day-Spring looked for long,
Thou Son of man, Incarnate Word,
Great David's Son, great David's Lord!

9 Come Jesus, glorious heav'nly Guest,
Keep Thine own Christmas in our breast,
Then David's harp-strings, hushed so long,
Shall swell our jubilee of song.

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A GREAT and mighty wonder

Our Christmas festal brings:

On earth, a lowly Infant,
Behold the King of kings.

2 The Word is made incarnate,
Descending from on high;
And Cherubim to shepherds
Sing anthems from the sky.

3 And we with them triumphant,
Repeat the hymn again:

"To God on high be glory,

And peace on earth to men!"

No. 12.

4 While thus they sing your Monarch,
Those bright angelic bands,
Rejoice, ye vales and mountains!
Ye oceans, clap your hands!

5 Since all He comes to ransom,
By all be He adored,

The Infant born in Bethlehem,
The Savior and the Lord!

6 And idol-forms shall perish,
And error shall decay,

And Christ shall wield His scepter,
Our Lord and God for aye.

HIS is the happy Christmas-morn,

THIS

No. 30.

This is the day the Christ was born;
Loud let the song of triumph ring;
Hosanna to our Savior-King!

Joy to the world, the Lord has come!
Prepare the holy Christ-child room;
Lo, see, the Day-star dawneth bright'
O blessed Star be Thou our light!
Thou heavenly Guide,

With us abide! Amen.

2 Let heaven and earth with gladness ring!
The Savior comes, the new-born King!
Behold Him in a manger laid,

Sweet Babe, in swaddling clothes arrayed:
He, the eternal Word of grace,
Comes down to save our fallen race.
Let earth rejoice in highest strains!
Glory to God, Messiah reigns!
In Him confide,

Whate'er betide! Amen.

3 Bright angel choirs in glitt'ring train,
With grand hosannas sweep the plain;
And unto humble shepherds bring
Tidings of Christ, the heav'nly King.
O loving Savior of our race,

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In whom the rich and poor find grace-
We'll spread Thy Gospel's cheering ray;
Thou art the Life, the Truth, the Way:
Thyself accord

To us, O Lord! Amen.

C. M.-No. 2.

ON Judah's plains as shepherds kept

Watch o'er their flocks by night,

The angel of the Lord appeared,
Clad in celestial light.

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2 Awe-struck the vision they regard,
Appalled with trembling fear;
When thus a cherub-voice divine
Breathed sweetly on their ear:

3 "Shepherds of Judah! cease your fears,
And calm your troubled mind;
Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you and all mankind.

4 "This day almighty love fulfills
Its great eternal word;
This day is born in Bethlehem
A Savior, Christ the Lord.

5 There shall you find the heav'nly babe
In humblest weeds arrayed;

All meanly wrapped in swaddling clothes,
And in a manger laid."

6 He ceased, and sudden all around
Appeared a radiant throng

Of angels, praising God, and thus
They sang their choral song:

7 "Glory to God, from whom on high
All-gracious mercies flow!

Who sends His heav'n-descended peace
To dwell with man below."

No. 31.

NOME hither, ye faithful, triumphantly sing:

Come, see in the manger the angels' great King!

To Bethlehem hasten, with joyful accord;

: O come ye, come hither: to worship the Lord.

2 True Son of the Father, He comes from the skies; To be born of a virgin He does not despise: To Bethlehem hasten, with joyful accord;

: O come ye, come hither, :|| to worship the Lord.

3 Hark, hark to the angels, all singing in heaven, "To God in the Highest all glory be given!" To Bethlehem hasten, with joyful accord;

O come ye, come hither, :|| to worship the Lord. 4 To Thee, then, O Jesus, this day of Thy birth, Be glory and honor through heaven and earth. True Godhead incarnate, omnipotent Word! O come, let us hasten to worship the Lord.

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SYLVESTER EVE.

78.-No. 4.

WHILE with ceaseless course the sun

Hasted through the dying year,

Many souls their race have run,
Never more to meet us here;

2 Fixed in an eternal state,

They have done with all below;
We a little longer wait,

But how little, none can know.

3 Thanks for mercies past receive,
Pardon, Lord, our sins anew;
Teach us henceforth how to live
With eternity in view.

4 Bless Thy Word to young and old,
Fill us with a Savior's love;