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1. No war nor battle's sound
Was heard the world around;

No hostile chiefs to furious combat ran;
But peaceful was the night,
In which the Prince of light
His reign of peace upon the earth began.

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2. The shepherds on the lawn,
Before the point of dawn,

In social circle sat; while all around,
The gentle, fleecy brood,
Or cropped the flowery food,

Or slept, or sported on the verdant ground,

3. When, lo! with ravished ears,
Each swain delighted hears,
Sweet music, offspring of no mortal hand;
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4. They saw a glorious light

Burst on their wondering sight;

Harping in solemn choir, in robes arrayed
The helmed cherubim

And sworded seraphim

Are seen in glittering ranks, with wings displayed.

5. Sounds of so sweet a tone
Before were never known,

But when of old the sons of morning sung,
While God disposed in air,
Each constellation fair,

And the well-balanced world on hinges hung.

6. "Hail, hail, auspicious morn!
The Saviour Christ is born!"

Such was th' immortal seraph's song sublime;
"Glory to God in heaven!
To man sweet peace be given,
Sweet peace and friendship to the end of time."
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1. Joy to the world, the Lord is come! Let earth

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2. Joy to the world-the Saviour reigns,
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods-rocks, hills and
Repeat the sounding joy.

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3. No more let sin and sorrow grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make His blessings flow
Far as the curse is found.

4. He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness,
And wonders of His love.

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1. MORTALS, awake, with angels join,
And chant the solemn lay:
Joy, love, and gratitude, combine

To hail th' auspicious day.

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2. In heaven the rapturous song began,
And sweet seraphic fire
Through all the shining legions ran,
And strung and tuned the lyre.

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
Th' impetuous torrent ran;
And angels flew, with eager joy,
To bear the news to man.

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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.

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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;
Let every mortal know
What love in God is found,
What pity He can show;
Ye winds that blow! ye waves that roll!
Bear the glad news from pole to pole.

4. Strike, strike the harps again,

To great Immanuel's name;
Arise, ye sons of men!

And all His grace proclaim;
Angels and men wake every string,
'Tis God the Saviour's praise we sing.
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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.

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Let Thy healing wing be stretched over our pillow, And guard us from evil, though Death watch our sleep.

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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.
Who dwells with the lowly and humble in heart,
To the Son and the Spirit ail glory be given :
One God, ever blessed and praised, Thou art.
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1. WHILE nature was sinking in stillness to rest.
The last beam of daylight shone dim in the west.
O'er fields by pale moonlight or stars' trembling ray,
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Nor hope lends a ray the poor sailors to cherish,
They fly to their Master, Save, Lord, or we per-1.

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3. So deep were His sorrows, so fervent Ilis prayers, That down o'er His boson rolled sweat, blood, and tears!

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Rebuke the destroyer; "Save, Lord, or we perish."

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How sweet was that moment He bade me rejoice!
His smile, O how pleasant! How pleasant His

Voice!

I wept to behold Him !-I asked Him His name,
He answered, " 'Tis JESUS! from heaven I came !"

I flew from the garden to spread it abroad!
I shouted Salvation! and Glory to God!

6. The day of bright glory is rolling around,
When Gabriel descending, the trumpet shall sound;
My soul then in raptures of glory shall rise
To gaze on the Stranger with unclouded eyes.

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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;
My soul's full of glory, of light, grace, and love!
I think of the garden. the prayers, and the tears,
Of that loving Stranger, who banished my fears!

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."

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How damp were the vapors that fell on His head!
How hard was His pillow, how humble His bed!
The angels, astonished, grew sad at the sight,
And followed their Master with solemn delight.

Shone bright on thy waters, would frequently stray,
And lose, in thy murmurs, the toils of the day.

O garden of Olivet, thou dear honored spot,
The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be forgot;
The theme most transporting to seraphs above;
The triumph of sorrow,-the triumph of love!

4. Come, saints, and adore Him: come, bow at His

feet:

O, give Him the glory, the praise that is meet;
Let joyful hosannahs unceasing arise.

And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies.

MARIE DE FLEURY.

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