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M. E. Servoss·Modern
Verse 1
Angels rejoiced and sweetly sung
At our Redeemer’s birth;
Mortals! awake: let every tongue
Proclaim his matchless worth.
Verse 2
Glory to God, who dwells on high,
And sent his only Son
To take a servant’s form, and die,
For evils we had done!
Verse 3
Good-will to men; ye fallen race!
Arise, and shout for joy;
He comes, with rich abounding grace
To save and not destroy.
Verse 4
Lord! send the gracious tidings forth,
And fill the world with light,
That Jew and Gentile, through the earth,
May know thy saving might.
Verse 5
William Hurn, 1813.
Verse 6
1O3 Salvation Morning, 7s & 6s.
Verse 7
God’s Salvation Morning.
Verse 8
What means this glorious radiance
Across Judea’s plain?
Those white-winged angels singing
In such exultant strain?
Refrain
The King of glory cometh,
Earth’s broken hearts to bind,
And God’s salvation morning
Hath dawned for all mankind.
Verse 9
What means this wondrous story
The holy angels tell?
Of one who reigned in heaven,
And now on earth would dwell?
Verse 10
Why bend these Eastern sages
To one of lowly birth?
What means this heav’nly message
Of love and peace on earth?
Verse 11
Ye wand’rers in earth’s darkness,
On ocean deep and land,
Hail! hail! the joyful tidings,
The morning is at hand.
M. E. Servoss, “Angels Rejoiced and Sweetly Sung”
Otterbein 1890 No. 102 · 7s D · Herald Angels
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M. E. Servoss·Modern
Verse 1
What means this glorious radiance across Judea’s plain?
These white-winged angels singing in such exultant strain?
Verse 2
What means this wondrous story the holy angels tell?
Of one who reigned in heaven, and now on earth would dwell?
Verse 3
Why bend these Eastern sages to one of lowly birth?
What means this heavenly message of love and peace on earth?
Verse 4
Ye wanderers in earth’s darkness, on ocean deep and land,
Hail! hail! the joyful tidings, the morning is at hand.
Otterbein 1890 No. 103 · 7s & 6s · SALVATION MORNING
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James Montgomery·Modern
Verse 1
Songs of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with alleluias rang,
When Jehovah’s work begun,
When He spake, and it was done.
Verse 2
Songs of praise awoke the morn,
When the Prince of Peace was born:
Songs of praise arose, when He
Captive led captivity.
Verse 3
Heaven and earth must pass away,
Songs of praise shall crown that day:
God will make new heavens, new earth,
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
Verse 4
And can man alone be dumb,
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No: the Church delights to raise
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise.
Verse 5
Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice,
Learning here, by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.
Verse 6
Borne upon their latest breath,
Songs of praise shall conquer death:
Then, amidst eternal joy,
Songs of praise their powers employ.
James Montgomery, “Songs of Praise the Angels Sang”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 109 · 7.7.7.7. · (Posen)
Francis Pott·Modern
Verse 1
Angel voices, ever singing
Round Thy throne of light,
Angel harps, for ever ringing,
Rest not day nor night;
Thousands only live to bless Thee,
And confess Thee Lord of might.
Verse 2
Thou who art beyond the farthest
Mortal eye can scan,
Can it be that Thou regardest
Songs of sinful man?
Can we feel that Thou art near us,
And wilt hear us? Yea, we can.
Verse 3
Yea, we know Thy love rejoices
O’er each work of Thine;
Thou didst ears and hands and voices
For Thy praise combine;
Craftsman’s art and music’s measure
For Thy pleasure didst design.
Verse 4
Here, great God, to-day we offer
Of Thine own to Thee;
And for Thine acceptance proffer,
All unworthily,
Hearts and minds, and hands and voices,
In our choicest melody.
Verse 5
Honor, glory, might, and merit,
Thine shall ever be,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
Blessed Trinity:
Of the best that Thou hast given
Earth and heaven render Thee.
Francis Pott, “Angel Voices, Ever Singing”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 110 · 8.5.8.5.8.4.3. · Angel Voices
John Cawood·Modern
Verse 1
Hark! what mean those holy voices,
Sweetly warbling in the skies?
Sure the angelic host rejoices,
Loudest alleluias rise.
Verse 2
Listen to the wondrous story,
Which they chant in hymns of joy:
“Glory in the highest, glory,
Glory be to God Most High!”
Verse 3
“Peace on earth, good-will from heaven,
Reaching far as man is found;
Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven,
Loud our golden harps shall sound.”
Verse 4
“Christ is born, the great Anointed;
Heaven and earth His glory sing;
Glad receive whom God appointed
For your Prophet, Priest, and King.”
Verse 5
“Hasten, mortals, to adore Him;
Learn His Name, and taste His joy;
Till in heaven you sing before Him,
Glory be to God Most High!”
Verse 6
Let us learn the wondrous story
Of our great Redeemer’s birth;
Spread the brightness of His glory,
Till it cover all the earth.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 169 · 8.7.8.7. · Angel Choir
Edmund H. Sears·Modern
Verse 1
It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold:
“Peace on the earth, good will to men,
From heaven’s all-gracious King:”
The world in solemn stillness lay,
To hear the angels sing.
Verse 2
Still through the cloven skies they come,
With peaceful wings unfurled,
And still their heavenly music floats
O’er all the weary world:
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing,
And ever o’er its Babel-sounds
The blessed angels sing.
Verse 3
And ye, beneath life’s crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow,—
Look now! for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing:
O rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing.
Verse 4
For lo, the days are hastening on,
By prophet bards foretold,
When with the ever-circling years
Comes round the age of gold;
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world give back the song
Which now the angels sing.
Edmund H. Sears, “It Came Upon the Midnight Clear”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 174 · C.M.D. · Carol
Thomas T. Lynch·Modern
Verse 1
A thousand years have come and gone,
And near a thousand more,
Since happier light from heaven shone
Than ever shone before:
And in the hearts of old and young
A joy most joyful stirred,
That sent such news from tongue to tongue
As ears had never heard.
Verse 2
Then angels on their starry way
Felt bliss unfelt before,
For news that men should be as they,
To darkened earth they bore;
So toiling men and spirits bright
A first communion had,
And in meek mercy’s rising light
Were each exceeding glad.
Verse 3
And we are glad, and we will sing,
As in the days of yore;
Come all, and hearts made ready bring,
To welcome back once more
The day when first on wintry earth
A summer change began,
And, dawning in a lowly birth,
Uprose the Light of man.
Verse 4
For trouble such as men must bear
From childhood to fourscore,
He shared with us, that we might share
His joy for evermore;
And twice a thousand years of grief,
Of conflict, and of sin,
May tell how large the harvest sheaf
His patient love shall win.
Thomas T. Lynch, “A Thousand Years Have Come and Gone”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 175 · C.M.D. · Noel
Edmund H. Sears·Modern
Verse 1
Calm on the listening ear of night
Come heaven’s melodious strains,
Where wild Judea stretches forth
Her silver-mantled plains;
Celestial choirs from courts above
Shed sacred glories there;
And angels, with their sparkling lyres,
Make music on the air.
Verse 2
The answering hills of Palestine
Send back the glad reply,
And greet from all their holy heights
The Day-spring from on high:
O’er the blue depths of Galilee
There comes a holier calm;
And Sharon waves in solemn praise
Her silent groves of palm.
Verse 3
“Glory to God!” the lofty strain
The realm of ether fills;
How sweeps the song of solemn joy
O’er Judah’s sacred hills!
”Glory to God!” the sounding skies
Loud with their anthems ring:
“Peace on the earth; good-will to men,
From heaven’s eternal King.”
Verse 4
This day shall Christian tongues be mute,
And Christian hearts be cold?
O catch the anthem that from heaven
O’er Judah’s mountains rolled;
When burst upon that listening night
The high and solemn lay,—
“Glory to God; on earth be peace:”
Salvation comes to-day.
Edmund H. Sears, “Calm on the Listening Ear of Night”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 180 · C.M.D. · Bethlehem
John Ellerton, 1869, 1871·Modern
Verse 1
Our day of praise is done;
The evening shadows fall;
But pass not from us with the sun,
True Light that lightenest all.
Verse 2
Around the throne on high,
Where night can never be,
The white-robed harpers of the sky
Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee.
Verse 3
Too faint our anthems here;
Too soon of praise we tire:
But O the strains, how full and clear,
Of that eternal choir!
Verse 4
Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will
If Thou attune the heart,
We in Thine angels’ music still
May bear our lower part.
Verse 5
’Tis Thine each soul to calm,
Each wayward thought reclaim,
And make our life a daily psalm
Of glory to Thy Name.
Verse 6
A little while, and then
Shall come the glorious end;
And songs of angels and of men
In perfect praise shall blend.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 31 · S.M. · Schumann
Frederick W. Faber·Modern
Verse 1
Hark! hark, my soul! Angelic songs are swelling
O’er earth’s green fields and ocean’s wave-beat shore:
How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling
Of that new life when sin shall be no more.
Angels of Jesus, Angels of light,
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night!
Verse 2
Onward we go, for still we hear them singing,
“Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come;”
And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing,
The music of the gospel leads us home.
Angels of Jesus, etc.
Verse 3
Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing,
The voice of Jesus sounds o’er land and sea;
And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing,
Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee.
Angels of Jesus, etc.
Verse 4
Rest comes at length: though life be long and dreary,
The day must dawn, and darksome night be past;
Faith’s journeys end in welcomes to the weary,
And heaven, the heart’s true home, will come at last.
Angels of Jesus, etc.
Verse 5
Angels, sing on, your faithful watches keeping;
Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above;
Till morning’s joy shall end the night of weeping,
And life’s long shadows break in cloudless love.
Angels of Jesus, etc.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 620 · 11.10.11.10.9.11. · Pilgrims
Henry Ware, Jr.·Modern
Verse 1
Around the throne of God
The host angelic throngs;
They spread their palms abroad,
And shout perpetual songs:
Him first they own, Him last and best;
God ever blest, and God alone.
Verse 2
Their golden crowns they fling
Before His throne of light,
And strike the rapturous string,
Unceasing, day and night:
“Earth, heaven, and sea, Thy praise declare;
For Thine they are, and Thine shall be.”
Verse 3
“O Holy, Holy Lord,
Creation’s sovereign King!
Thy majesty adored,
Let all creation sing:
Who wast, and art, and art to be;
Nor time shall see Thy sway depart.”
Verse 4
“Great are Thy works of praise,
O God of boundless might;
All just and true Thy ways,
Thou King of saints, in light:
Let all above, and all below,
Conspire to show Thy power and love.”
Verse 5
“Who shall not fear Thee, Lord,
And magnify Thy Name?
Thy judgments, sent abroad,
Thy holiness proclaim:
Nations shall throng from every shore,
And all adore in one loud song.”
Verse 6
While thus the powers on high
Their swelling chorus raise,
Let earth and man reply,
And echo back the praise:
His glory own, first, last, and best;
God ever blest, and God alone.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 90 · 6.6.6.6.8.8. · St. John
Edmund H. Sears·Modern
Verse 1
It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold;
“Peace to the earth, good-will to men,
From heaven’s all gracious King:”
The earth in solemn stillness lay,
To hear the angels sing.
Verse 2
Still through the cloven skies they come,
With peaceful wings unfurled;
And still celestial music floats
O’er all the weary world;
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on heavenly wing,
And ever o’er its Babel sounds,
The blessed angels sing.
Verse 3
O ye, beneath life’s crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way,
With painful steps and slow;--
Look up! for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
Oh, rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing!
Verse 4
For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophet-bards foretold,
When with the ever-circling years
Comes round the age of gold!
When peace shall over all the earth
Its final splendors fling,
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing!
Edmund H. Sears, “It Came Upon the Midnight Clear”
Otterbein 1890 No. 94 · C.M.D · Carol
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Edmund H. Sears·Modern
Verse 1
Calm on the listening ear of night
Come heaven’s melodious strains,
Where wild Judea stretches far
Her silver-mantled plains.
Verse 2
Celestial choirs, from courts above,
Shed sacred glories there,
And angels, with their sparkling lyres,
Make music on the air.
Verse 3
The answering hills of Palestine
Send back the glad reply,
And greet, from all their holy heights,
The day-spring from on high.
Verse 4
“Glory to God!” the sounding skies
Loud with their anthems ring--
“Peace to the earth, good-will to men,
From heaven’s eternal King.”
Edmund H. Sears, “Calm on the Listening Ear of Night”
Otterbein 1890 No. 97 · C.M · Zerah
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage