160 Christmas Song. H. KINGSBURY. Words by 8. H. THAYER, Esq. 1. The city's hum was hush'd and still, And silence reign'd o'er vale and hill; The birds had sought the 2. In rapturous tones that strain a-rose, And burst up- on the night's re-pose; A white-winged le- gion 3. The vision faded from the sight, Hushed were those voices of the night, Oh morn of gladness, day of joy, Well may thy praise our tongues employ! 2. Born a King on Bethlehem's plain, Over us all to reign.-CHO. 3. Frankincense to offer have I: Incense owns a deity nigh; Prayer and praising All men raising, Worship him God on high.-CHO. 4. Myrrh is mine: its bitter perfume Breathes a life of gath'ring gloomSorrowing, sighing, Bleeding, dying, Sealed in the stone-cold tomb. Cно. Rev. ROBERT LOWRY. DUET. Angels' Welcome. 163 1. My home is in heav-en, my rest is not here, Then why should I murmur when tri- als ap pear? Be hush'd my dark spir - it, the worst that can come But shortens my journey and hast-ens me home. CHORUS. 19 Then the angels will come, with their music will come, With music, sweet music to welcome me home; In the bright gates of crys-tal the shining ones will stand, And sing me a wel-come to their own na-tive land. 2. It is not for me to be seeking my bliss, 3. The thorn and the thistle around me may grow; I would not recline upon roses below; I ask not my portion, I seek not my rest Till I find them for ever on Jesus' own breast.-СHo |