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MILTON. P. M.
1. No war nor battle's sound Was heard the world a - round; No
which the Prince of light His reign of peace up - on the earth be
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1. No war nor battle's sound
No hostile chiefs to furious combat ran;
chiefs to furious com-bat ran; But peaceful was the night,
2. The shepherds on the lawn,
In social circle sat; while all around,
Or slept, or sported on the verdant ground,
3. When, lo! with ravished ears,
Answering the stringed noise, [band.
4. They saw a glorious light
Burst on their wondering sight;
Harping in solemn choir, in robes arrayed
And sworded seraphim
Are seen in glittering ranks, with wings displayed.
5. Sounds of so sweet a tone
But when of old the sons of morning sung,
And the well-balanced world on hinges hung.
6. "Hail, hail, auspicious morn!
Such was th' immortal seraph's song sublime;
1. Joy to the world, the Lord is come! Let earth
heav'n and nature sing,
every heart prepare him room, And heav'n and nature sing,
And heav'n and nature sing,
216. C. M.
2. Joy to the world-the Saviour reigns,
3. No more let sin and sorrow grow,
4. He rules the world with truth and grace,
217. C. M.
1. MORTALS, awake, with angels join,
To hail th' auspicious day.
Arranged by L. MASON.
re-ceive her King; Let
And heav'n and na
And heav'n and na-ture
2. In heaven the rapturous song began,
3. Swift through the vast expanse it flew,
And loud the echo rolled;
The theme, the song, the joy, was new, 'T was more than heaven could hold.
4. Down through the portals of the sky
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1. Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes! The Saviour promised long! Let
strikes the ravished ear: Now all is still, Now wild it floats, In tuneful notes, Loud.sweet and shrill.
Ye mortals spread the sound, And let your raptures fly
To earth's remotest bouud; For peace on earth, from God in heaven, To man is given, at Jesus' birth.
bling to the morn, It
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1. HARK! hark!-the notes of joy Roll o'er the heavenly plains, And seraphs find employ
For their sublimest strains; Some new delight in heaven is known: Loud sound the harp around the throne.
2. Hark! hark!-the sound draws nigh, The joyful hosts descend; Jesus forsakes the sky,
To earth His footsteps bend; He comes to bless our fallen race; He comes with messages of grace.
3. Bear, bear the tidings round;
4. Strike, strike the harps again,
To great Immanuel's name;
And all His grace proclaim;
1. See, daylight is fad-ing o'er earth and o'er ocean, The sun has gone down on the far- distant
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1. See, daylight is fading, o'er earth and o'er ocean, The sun has gone down on the far-distant sea; Oh. now in the hush of the fitful commotion
We lift our tired spirits, blest Saviour, to Thee.
2. Full oft wast thou found afar on the mountain,
As eventide spread her dark wing o'er the wave: Thou Son of the Highest, and life's endless fountain,
Be with us, we pray Thee, to bless and to save. 3. And oft as the tumult of life's heaving billow
Shall toss our frail bark, driving wild o'er night's deep.
sea: 0, now, in the hush of the fit-ful commotion. We lift our tired spirits, blest Saviour, to Thee.
Let Thy healing wing be stretched over our pillow, And guard us from evil, though Death watch our sleep.
1. WHEN through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming,
When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming.
4. To God our great Father, whose throne is in heaven 5.
1. WHILE nature was sinking in stillness to rest.
Nor hope lends a ray the poor sailors to cherish,
3. So deep were His sorrows, so fervent Ilis prayers, That down o'er His boson rolled sweat, blood, and tears!
3. And, O when the whirlwind of passion is raging. When sin in our hearts its wild warfare is waging, Then send down Thy grace, thy redeemed to cher-3. ish.
Rebuke the destroyer; "Save, Lord, or we perish."
How sweet was that moment He bade me rejoice!
I wept to behold Him !-I asked Him His name,
I flew from the garden to spread it abroad!
6. The day of bright glory is rolling around,
THOU Sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams, Our Saviour, at midnight, when moonlight's pale beams
I'm now on my journey to mansions above;
2. O Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the billow. Aroused by the shriek of despair from Thy pillow, Now seated in glory, the poor sinner cherish, Who cries in his anguish, "Save, Lord, or we perish."
How damp were the vapors that fell on His head!
Shone bright on thy waters, would frequently stray,
O garden of Olivet, thou dear honored spot,
4. Come, saints, and adore Him: come, bow at His
O, give Him the glory, the praise that is meet;
And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies.
MARIE DE FLEURY.