h.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;
Hail the incarnate Deity.
Pleased as man with men to dwell,
Jesus, our Immanuel.
3 Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness;
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings.
Let us, then, with angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born King!
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled."
C. Wesley, 1759
102 Herald Angels. 7s D.
_Glory to God._ (204)
Angels rejoiced and sweetly sung
At our Redeemer's birth;
Mortals! awake: let every tongue
Proclaim his matchless worth.
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!
3 Good-will to men; ye fallen race!
Arise, and shout for joy;
He comes, with rich abounding grace
To save and not destroy.
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.
William Hurn, 1813.
1O3 Salvation Morning, 7s & 6s.
_God's Salvation Morning._
What means this glorious radiance
Across Judea's plain?
Those white-winged angels singing
In such exultant strain?
Cho.--The King of glory cometh,
Earth's broken hearts to bind,
And God's salvation morning
Hath dawned for all mankind.
2 What means this wondrous story
The holy angels tell?
Of one who reigned in heaven,
And now on earth would dwell?
3 Why bend these Eastern sages
To one of lowly birth?
What means this heav'nly message
Of love and peace on earth?
4 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.
104 Invitation. C.M.
_The Forgiving One._ (232)
What grace, O Lord! and beauty shone
Around thy steps below!
What patient love was seen in all
Thy life and death of woe!
2 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,
Thy friends unfaithful prove;
Unwearied in forgiveness still,
Thy heart could only love.
3 Oh, give us hearts to love like thee;
Like thee, O Lord! to grieve
Far more for others' sins, than all
The wrongs that we receive.
4 One with thyself, may every eye,
In us, thy brethren, see
That gentleness and grace that springs
From union, Lord, with thee.
Edward Denny, 1839.
105 Invitation. C.M.
_The True Test._
We may not climb
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