6 Now, in the meanwhile, with hearts raised on high, We for that country must yearn and must sigh; Seeking Jerusalem, dear native land, Through our long exile on Babylon's strand. 7 Low before him with our praises we fall, Of whom, and in whom, and through whom are all; Of whom, the Father; and in whom, the Son; Through whom, the Spirit, with them ever Ascribed to Peter Abelard, 1079-1142; Also the following 4 Christ, whose glory fills the skies 22 The shadows of the evening hours 61 Rejoice, rejoice, believers 67 Thou art coming, O my Saviour 72 O come, all ye faithful 76 Christians, awake 85 The Son of God goes forth to war 92 From the eastern mountains 103 Hark! the song of jubilee 110 Alleluia, song of gladness 143 All glory, laud, and honour 185 Look, ye saints; the sight is glorious 195 Hail! festal day (Whitsun) 205 Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty 210 Holy Father, great Creator 253 The God of Abraham praise 266 Ye watchers and ye holy ones 295 For all the saints 297 Hark! the sound of holy voices 352 Again the morn of gladness 356 Fairest Lord Jesus 423 We plow the fields, and scatter 433 Once to every man and nation 442 God of the nations 449 Jesus, still lead on 458 Christ is our corner-stone 468 Glorious things of thee are spoken 545 VII. CAROLS 8.3.3.6 D. LL my heart this night rejoices As I hear, Far and near, Sweetest angel voices; "Christ is born," their choirs are singing, Till the air Everywhere Now with joy is ringing. 2 Hark! a voice from yonder manger, "Flee from woe and danger! Brethren, come! from all doth grieve you, You are freed; All you need I will surely give you." 3 Come, then, let us hasten yonder! Here let all, Great and small, Kneel in awe and wonder! Love him who with love is yearning! That from far Bright with hope is burning! 4 Thee, dear Lord, with heed I'll cherish, Live to thee, And with thee, Dying, shall not perish; But shall dwell with thee for ever, Far on high, In the joy That can alter never. Amen. Paulus Gerhardt, 1656; Tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1858 546 P.M. ILENT night, holy night, All is calm, all is bright Round yon Virgin Mother and Child. 2 Silent night, holy night, 3 Silent night, holy night, Joseph Mohr, 1818 547 W P.M. THEN Christ was born of Mary free, In Bethlehem, that fair citie, Angels sang there with mirth and glee "In excelsis gloria." 2 Herdsmen beheld these angels bright, 3 This King is come to save mankind, In Scripture promised as we find, Therefore this song have we in mind, "In excelsis gloria.” 4 Grant us, O Lord, for thy great grace, Traditional, 15th century 548 L P.M. IKE silver lamps in a distant shrine, The stars are sparkling bright; The bells of the city of God ring out, For the Son of Mary is born to-night. The gloom is past, And the morn at last Is coming with orient light. 2 No earthly songs are half so sweet Is half so dear As this which has ended our sighs. 3 The stars of heaven still shine as at first They gleamed on this wonderful night; The bells of the city of God peal out, And the angels' song still rings in the height, And love still turns Where the Godhead burns, 4 Faith sees no longer the stable floor, The pavement of sapphire is there, The clear light of heaven streams out to the world, And the angels of God are crowding the air, And heaven and earth, Through the spotless birth, Are at peace on this night so fair. William C. Dix, 1867 |