HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Citizen, 1990-11-28, Page 17THE CITIZEN, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 28, 1990. PAGE 17.
Joy to the world! The Saviour reigns!
Let me their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks hills and
plains
Repeat the sounding joy; repeat the
sounding joy;
Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy.
Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith
Appear’d a shining throng
Of Angels, praising God, who thus
Address’d their joyful song:
“To you, in David’s town, this day,
Is born of David’s line
A Saviour who is Christ the Lord;
And this shall be the sign:
He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove,
The glories of His righteousness,
And wonders of His love, and wonders of
His love;
And wonders, wonders of His love.
“The heavenly Babe you there shall find
To human view display’d,
All meanly wrapped in swathing bands,
And in a manger laid.’’
“All glory be to God on high,
And to the earth be peace;
Good will henceforth, from heaven to
men
Begin, and never cease.’’
While shepherds watched their flocks by
night,
All seated on the ground,
The Angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.
Refrain:
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King.’’
“Fear not,’’ said he, for mighty dread
Had seized their troubled mind;
“Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you and all mankind.’’
Little Town of Betfilefiem
O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie.
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight.
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Angels Sing
Hark, the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King,
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled.
Joyful, all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With angelic hosts proclaim,
“Christ is born in Bethlehem.’’
Christ, by highest heaven adored,
Christ, the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold Him come,
Offspring of a virgin’s womb,
Veil’d in flesh the Godhead see;
Hail the incarnate Deity,
Pleas’d as man with man to dwell,
Jesus, our Emmanuel.
Hail the heav’n-born Prince of Peace,
Hail the Son of righteousness
Light and life to all He brings,
Ris’n with healing in His wings
Mild He lays His glory by,
Born that man no more may die,
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
For Christ is born of Mary;
And, gathered all above
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love.
O morning stars, together
Proclaim the holy Birth
And praises sing of God and King,
And peace, to men on earth.
How silently, how silently,
The wondrous gift is given.
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of His heaven.
No ear may hear His coming,
But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive Him, still
The dear Christ enters in.
O Holy Child of Bethlehem,
Descend on us, we pray, •
Cast out our sin, and enter in;
Be born in us today.
We hear the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell;
O come to us, abide with us,
Our Lord, Emmanuel.
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