2 Shepherds, in the field abiding, Watching o’er your flocks by night, God with man is now residing, Yonder shines the infant light; Come and worship, Worship Christ, the new-born King.
3 Sages, leave your contemplations, Brighter visions beam afar; Seek the great desire of nations; Ye have seen his natal star! Come and worship, Worship Christ, the new-born King.
4 Saints, before the altar bending, Watching long in hope and fear, Suddenly, the Lord descending, In his temple shall appear; Come and worship, Worship Christ, the new-born King.
138 11s & 10s. Hail the blest morn.
Hail the blest morn! when the great Mediator Down from the regions of glory descends! Shepherds, go worship the babe in the manger; Lo! for your guide the bright angel attends! CHORUS. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thy aid: Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining, Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall: Angels adore him in slumbers reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all!
3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, Odors of Eden, and offerings divine; Gems from the mountain, and pearls from the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine?
4 Vainly we offer earth’s richest oblation Vainly with gold would his favor secure; Richer, by far, is the heart’s adoration, Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor!
139 12s. Hallelujah to the Lamb.
From the regions of love, lo! an angel descended, And told the strange news how the babe was attended; Go, shepherds, and visit the wonderful stranger; See yonder bright star! there’s your Lord in a manger. CHORUS. Hallelujah to the Lamb who has purchased our pardon, We’ll praise him again when we pass over Jordan!
2 Glad tidings I bring unto you and each nation! Glad tidings of joy—now behold your salvation; Then suddenly multitudes raise their glad voices, And shout hallelujahs, while heaven rejoices!
3 Now glory to God in the highest be given, All glory to God is re-echoed from heaven; Around the whole earth let us tell the glad story, And sing of his love, his salvation, and glory.
4 O Jesus! ride on, thy kingdom is glorious; Over sin, death, and hell, thou’lt make us victorious! Thy banner unfurl—let the nations surrender, And own thee their Saviour, their Lord and Defender!
140 P. M. Glory to God in the highest.
Hark! from the world on high Glory to God! Now swells along the sky Glory to God! Songs, like sweet notes of praise, Pour forth in rapturous lays, As all the voices raise Glory to God!
2 Hear how the angels sing Glory to God! Through all the heavens ring Glory to God! Now, let each heart on earth Sing of the Saviour’s birth, Telling his matchless worth, Glory to God!