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
One. Amen.

Ascribed to Peter Abelard, 1079-1142;
Tr. John Mason Neale, 1854

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
113 Fight the good fight

143 All glory, laud, and honour
144 The royal banners forward go
145 Ride on, ride on in majesty
167 O Paradise, O Paradise
168 Hail! festal day (Easter)
169 Welcome, happy morning
171 The day of resurrection
184 Hail! festal day (Ascension)

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
474 O Sion, haste, thy mission high
483 God is working his purpose out
501 When wilt thou save the people
508 Blessed city, heavenly Salem
509 O heavenly Jerusalem
510 O mother dear, Jerusalem
512 For thee, O dear, dear country
557 God hath sent his angels

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,
Soft and sweet,
Doth entreat,

"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!
Hail the star

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.
Holy Infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace.

2 Silent night, holy night,
Shepherds quake at the sight,
Glories stream from heaven afar,
Heavenly hosts sing alleluia;
Christ, the Saviour, is born!

3 Silent night, holy night,
Son of God, love's pure light
Radiant beams from thy holy face,
With the dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus, Lord, at thy birth. Amen.

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,
To them appearing with great light,
Who said, "God's Son is born this night,
In excelsis gloria."

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,
In heaven in bliss to see thy face,
Where we may sing to thy solace,
"In excelsis gloria." Amen.

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
As those which are filling the skies,
And never a palace shone half so fair
As the manger-bed where our Saviour lies;
No night in the year

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,
Hid in flesh from fleshly sight.

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