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Hymns of the Early Church

Morning

1: Wake, awake to duty!

2: Thine be the glory, God of Light

3: With beauty decked the morn ascends

4: Rise, thou glorious orb of day

5: Up, up, my soul! with gladness rise

6: The crimson blush of morning glows

7: The morn awakes; from eastern hills

8: Gone are the shades of night

9: Lo, in its brightness the morning arising

10: From the hills the light is streaming

11: O Light that knew no dawn

12: The morn in beauty breaks

Evening

13: Now at this evening hour

14: Fades the glory of the west

15: See where the orb of day

16: There is no darkness where Thou art

17: Lord, upon our night descending

18: Lord, let my evening prayer

19: O Lord of light, Thy beams display

20: God of all grace, Thy mercy send

21: The day fades into night

22: A crown of gold surpassing rare

23: O Word of Truth! in devious paths

Christmas

24: Rosy dawn, with locks of gold

25: In the early morning

26: Lo, the clouds of night are rending

27: Herdsmen keeping lonely vigil

28: Hail to the King, who comes in weakness now

29: Hark! upon the morning breezes

30: Hail to the morn that dawns on eastern hills

31: Come, let us sing with joyful mirth

32: Zion is glad this glorious morn:

33: Out from the rising of the sun

34: What shall we bring to Thee?

35: Over trackless regions

36: Bethlehem rejoices!

37: A band of herdsmen tarried late

38: Glory in the highest!

39: Christ is born, go forth to meet Him

Palm Sunday

40: Behold the Lord to Zion rides

41: O God of love, whose mercy came

42: Christ the Word! Thine incarnation

Easter

43: Glory to God! The morn appointed breaks

44: Accept our evening prayer

45: We have heard the wondrous story

46: He led them forth to Bethany

47: See the King of kings ascending

48: He mounts to where the azure shines

49: Past the cross with all its shame

Pentecost

50: Oh, may the Spirit of all grace

51: To God the Holy Ghost

52: Spirit of Light, Thy glory pour

53: O King enthroned on high

54: Spirit of God, in love descend

55: Lord, may Thy Holy Spirit calm

56: As Thou didst say--the Spirit came

Anointing of the sick

57: O Gracious Christ, Thy power reveal

58: Thou, Lord, hast power to heal

59: A Fount of mercy, Lord, Thou art

Burial Service

60: Rest in the Lord, O servant by His grace

Other Topics

61: Almighty God, great Source of all

62: Great love Divine, whose compass broad

63: Great Son of God, supremely brave

64: How shall we climb the hill of God

65: Almighty God! Thy power controls

66: Far from Thy heavenly care

67: Light serene of holy glory

68: When Thou shalt come, O Lord

69: To Thy blest Cross, O Christ, we come

70: Lord, I am Thine, for Thou hast died for me

71: Come, with the load of sorrow thou art bearing

72: When the morn with golden ray

73: Glorious from the field of strife

74: Darkly the tempest swept

75: O city girt with glory!

76: Christian soldiers in the conflict!

77: The time is drawing near

78: Lord, to our humble prayers attend:

79: Come, praise with gladness the Lord of all creation

80: High on the throne of the Ancient of Days

81: Ah, that blest abode above

82: I sought the Lord at early morn

83: Let a shining robe be mine

84: I am alone, yet not alone

85: Oh, the Cross, the Saviour dying

86: I wandered sore distressed

87: Once the Lord, for our salvation

88: Close beside the heart that loves me

89: My soul doth wait on God

90: The chariots of the Lord are strong

91: O heavenly land beyond the sun!

92: There is no friend like Jesus

93: When I heard the Saviour calling

94: I would not have a hand to guide

95: O Jesus, let me hear Thy voice

96: Come, rest awhile; 'tis eventide

97: We bless Thee, Lord, that Thou hast spread

98: Hark the voice of angels

99: O, come in early morning

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Early Church Hymns

John Brownlie

Early Church Hymns

HYMNSOFTHE EARLY CHURCH TRANSLATED FROM GREEK AND LATIN SOURCES; TOGETHER WITH TRANSLATIONS FROM A LATER PERIOD; CENTOS AND SUGGESTIONS FROM THE GREEK; AND SEVERAL ORIGINAL PIECES BY THE REV. JOHN BROWNLIE, D.D. AUTHOR OF "Hymns and Hymn Writers of the Church Hymnary," &c. LONDON: MORGAN & SCOTT LD. 12, PATERNOSTER BUILDINGS, E. C. NEW YORK: OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS AMERICAN BRANCH 35, WEST 32ND STREET MCMXIII

HYMNS OF THE EARLY CHURCH John Brownlie6,5,6,5Morning

Wake, awake to duty!

See, the morning light

Falls with radiant beauty

From the arms of night.

Claim the hours before thee

For the tasks of life,

Thousand calls implore thee

From the din of strife.

Listless minds are dreaming,

Idle hands are still;

Evil hearts are scheming

Purposes of ill.

See the hands that beckon,

Hear the call of right;

Thou with God must reckon

Up, and toil and fight!

Through the hours of morning,

At the height of noon,

When the light gives warning

Night approaches soon:

Do the task with gladness

Which the hours present;

Who can tell the sadness

Of a day mis-spent?

Day by day declineth,

Time is getting hoar;

Soon yon sun that shineth

Sets for evermore.

Ah, the City glorious,

Where they need no sun,

Ah, the band victorious,

And the glad "Well done"!

John Brownlie8,8,8,8

Thine be the glory, God of Light,

For all the joy from morn that springs;

Oh, may a morn dispel each night,

And bless our lives with beauteous things.

Give us this day the light that dwells

In every heart Thy presence fills;

That night with all its fears dispels,

And life, and hope, and joy instils.

Then shall our nights no darkness bring,

But morn, bright morn, for ever shine;

And when night spreads her dusky wings,

More bright shall be the light Divine.

All praise to Thee, the God of Light;

All praise to Christ, the glorious Son;

And to the Spirit, Lord of might,

Now, and while endless ages run.

John Brownlie8,6,8,6

With beauty decked the morn ascends,

And all the earth is bright;

And lo, the sun the darkness rends,

And floods the sky with light.

All hail, Thou Sun of Righteousness,

Upon our night arisen!

May sin no more our souls oppress,

And bind in darksome prison.

Let those that lie in slumber fast,

Because the darkness reigns,

The light behold, and straightway cast

Aside their gloomy chains;

And greet the light that makes them free,

The bounding joy it brings;

And share the calm felicity,

That looks to heaven and sings.

O Jesus Christ, our hearts aglow,

Thy blessed advent hail;

On us Thy healing virtue show,

And o'er our ills prevail.

And let us walk as those whose eyes

Have seen the light of heaven,

Till light shall in our souls arise,

Whence night and gloom are driven.

John Brownlie7,7,7,7,7,7

Rise, thou glorious orb of day,

Draw the curtains from the sky;

Let thy light in glad array,

All creation beautify;

Bid the fears of darkness born,

Melt before the light of morn.

Light transcendent! fill the skies,

Glorious Orb of heavenly light!

Take the darkness from our eyes,

Fill our souls with visions bright.

Jesus, Light of lights, appear,

Rise upon our souls with cheer.

From Thy throne of splendour bright,

Shed Thy glory far abroad;

Let the wanderers in their plight

See the path that leads to God,

And upon their pathway shine,

Heavenly Orb of light Divine.

There no sun illumes the day,

Where the wanderers find their rest;

Moon nor stars their light display

In the kingdom of the blest;

For the Christ Himself is Sun,

And the day is never done.

John Brownlie8,8,8,8

Up, up, my soul! with gladness rise,

And greet the ever-brightening skies.

The morn hath come, sweet morn, awake!

And from thy pinions slumber shake.

Pure as the morn God's presence shines;

Love like its beams, thy life entwines;

Richer the gifts thy God bestows

Than morning beauty can disclose.

Sweet as the breath that fans the bowers,

And stirs the leaves and opening flowers,

Comes with the morn, the breath Divine

To stir thee, slumbering soul of mine.

O Thou, the Morn, the Light, the Sun,

With Thee be every day begun;

Brightness shall clothe my life always,

And fill my soul with grateful praise.

Glory to Thee, O Christ my Lord!

Light of my soul, Incarnate Word!

Come with the morn, abide alway,

And cheer my course to endless day.

John Brownlie8,8,8,8

The crimson blush of morning glows

On towering peaks where clouds repose;

And, lo! the sombre robe of night

Is rent with shafts of golden light.

O Light Divine, each opening day

Illume our souls with gladdening ray;

And, as the sun his course pursues,

With growing light our lives diffuse.

In childhood's morn, when wondering eyes

Behold the light that fills the skies;

And loins are girt at opening day

Life's myriad voices to obey:

O Light Divine, serene and pure,

Shine on a path of life, secure;

Let joy, like songs the morn that greet,

Make music for the willing feet.

When, prompted by the will of God,

A path we tread, before untrod;

And doubts our onward course attend,

Thy light upon our path extend.

O Light of lights, when day is done,

And night pursues our setting sun,

Be ours to hail that better day,

Whose light Thou art eternally.

John Brownlie8,8,8,8

The morn awakes; from eastern hills

The golden light creation fills;

And arrows chase the night that flies

Before the ever-brightening skies.

The morn awakes; up, soul of mine!

And, like the morn, in beauty shine;

Strong, as the high-ascending sun,

Thy race of duty boldly run.

Night for the weary comes at length;

Morn gives the soul the needed strength;

Light shall thy path encircling, cheer,

And melt each lingering cloud of fear.

O Light of lights, when night descends,

And brooding fear my life attends,

Show to my soul, that night departs

When morning trims her glowing darts.

O Christ, who art my better Sun,

Bright shines the day with Thee begun;

No terror can the mind oppress,

Nor cloud th' aspiring soul distress.

To Thee, O glorious Light of light,

Be honour paid when morn is bright;

To Father, and to Spirit blest,

Be glory every day exprest.

John Brownlie6,6,6,6JAM META NOCTIS TRANSIITHilary of Poitiers, 350

Gone are the shades of night,

The hours of rest are o'er;

New beauties sparkle bright,

And heaven is light once more.

To Thee our prayers shall speed,

O Lord of light Divine;

Come to our utmost need,

And in our darkness shine.

Spirit of love and light,

May we Thine image know,

And in Thy glory bright,

To full perfection grow.

Hear us, O Father blest,

Save us, O Christ the Son;

Thou Comforter the best,

Lead us till life is done.

John Brownlie11,10,11,10

Lo, in its brightness the morning arising,

Gold on the hilltops in richness is spread;

Heaven decks the earth with a beauty surprising,

Light is the victor, and darkness hath fled.

Lord of the morning, our souls are awaking,

Flood them with beauty, and free them from gloom;

Morn speaks of joy, for when morning was breaking,

Free from death's bands Thou didst rise from the tomb.

Souls that in slumber behold not the beauty,

See not the Master arise in His might;

Hear not the call to the doing of duty,

Know not the rapture that thrills in the light.

Morn speaks of life--let us rise to new living,

Rise with the Lord to the freedom He gives;

Give to the world what the morning is giving,

Hope that was born in the darkness, and lives.

Lo, in its brightness the morning arising:

Lord of the morning, our darkness dispel;

Shine in our souls, till, the sordid despising,

Rise we from earth in Thy presence to dwell.

John Brownlie8,5,8,5

From the hills the light is streaming,

Hail, the gladsome morn!

Earth with busy life is teeming,

For the day is born.

Dawn, Thou Light of lights, undying,

On a fairer day,

All creation beautifying

With Thy glorious ray.

Weary eyes the hills are scanning

For the early gleam;

Souls, Thy long delay unmanning,

Sleep, and idly dream.

Ah, my soul, be up and doing,

Life will soon be done;

Night, the day is close pursuing

To the setting sun.

And the day of God shall waken

To the soul with fear,

If, the call of life forsaken,

We are slumbering here.

From the hills the light is streaming,

Hail the gladsome morn!

And the light of God is beaming--

This, His day, is born.

John Brownlie6,6,6,6,8,8ατερ αρχης, απεραντονCento from σε τον αφθιτον μοναρχηνBy Gregory of Nazianzus, b. 329

O Light that knew no dawn,

That shines to endless day,

All things in earth and heaven

Are lustred by Thy ray;

No eye can to Thy throne ascend,

Nor mind Thy brightness comprehend.

Thy grace, O Father, give,

That I may serve in fear;

Above all boons, I pray,

Grant me Thy voice to hear;

From sin Thy child in mercy free,

And let me dwell in light with Thee.

That, cleansed from filthy stain,

I may meet homage give,

And, pure in heart, behold

And serve Thee while I live;

Clean hands in holy worship raise,

And Thee, O Christ my Saviour, praise.

In supplication meek

To Thee I bend the knee;

O Christ, when Thou shalt come,

In love remember me,

And in Thy kingdom, by Thy grace,

Grant me a humble servant's place.

Thy grace, O Father, give,

I humbly Thee implore;

And let Thy mercy bless

Thy servant more and more.

All grace and glory be to Thee

From age to age eternally.

John Brownlie6,6,6,6,6,6

The morn in beauty breaks,

The world to life awakes:

Up, soul of mine, and sing!

And let the day begun,

In hours of service run,

And joy to duty bring.

The darkness fades away,

Light ushers in the day--

Let there be light for me!

That round my path no cloud

Dark folding may enshroud

Me in perplexity.

To Father and to Son,

To Spirit, Three in One,

Eternal praise be given:

Sung by the saints above,

In songs of fervent love,

Up in the choirs of heaven.

John Brownlie6,6,8,6Σε και νυν ευλογουμενEvening

Now at this evening hour,

O Thou, my Christ, to Thee,

Thou Word of God, Eternal Light,

All grateful praises be.

From Thee the Spirit comes,

Third beam of peerless light,

And in Thyself one glorious orb

The triple rays unite.

Thy word and wisdom Thou

To lighten man hast given,

That he the splendour might reflect

That shines superb in heaven;

And having light within,

Might see Thine image bright,

And daily rise, till he himself

Is altogether light.

John Brownlie7,7,7,7

Fades the glory of the west--

All the crimson and the gold,

Night allures the world to rest

'Neath her mantle's dusky fold.

Ah, my soul, when night descends,

Fear lest slumber bind thee fast,

And the Bridegroom with His friends,

To the marriage hasten past.

He may come--what soul can know?--

When the sun has gone from sight,

When the stars in myriads glow

In the middle of the night.

Think not thou may'st safely dream

Of His coming by and by,

When the morning's early gleam

Wakes the slumberer, from the sky.

Wake, awake, the time is near,

Trim thy lamp, and tend its light;

For the Bridegroom may appear

In the middle of the night.

John Brownlie6,6,8,6,6,6

See where the orb of day

In glory sinks to rest,

The clouds of gold and purple crown

The mountains of the west;

And eve in silence brings

The night on dusky wings.

It is the hour of peace,

And hearts to heaven ascend:

Come with your burdens and your care,

To an unchanging Friend;

And let the passing day

Bear all your fears away.

It is the hour of prayer;

Let every fault be known;

Unveil the secrets of the soul,

And every sin disown;

The blood for sinners spilt,

Shall bear away your guilt.

It is the hour of praise;

Let joy the stillness break;

And every grateful thought of God

To living song awake;

And saints in heaven shall bear

To God your fervent prayer.

The night in silence falls:

O God, to Thee be praise!

And to the Spirit and the Son,

Throughout the endless days;

Eternal Three in One,

While endless ages run.

John Brownlie8,8,8,8

There is no darkness where Thou art,

O Jesus Christ, Thou Light serene;

Clouds fold their curtains and depart,

And darkness melts where Thou art seen.

Fair Morning Star! more glorious Sun!

Thou Light of lights, Thy beams display,

Till darkness owns the victory won,

And night is lost in endless day.

Where slumbering souls in bondage lie,

Because the night hath hemmed them in,

Descend, as morning from the sky,

And wake them from their sleep of sin.

Where sorrow dims the downcast eye,

And luring hope is lost to view,

With light the tear-drops beautify,

As sunlight on the morning dew.

O Jesus Christ, Thy light is life;

Shine on our souls and life revive,

That they may stand before the strife,

And conquer as the strong who strive.

O Jesus Christ, Thy light is joy;

Restore our souls from sorrow's blight,

And win them to the glad employ

Of those who praise both day and night.

John Brownlie8,7,8,7

Lord, upon our night descending,

Bid the light with gladness shine;

Let its rays, through darkness wending,

Round our fears in beauty twine.

Thou art Light, and where Thou dwellest,

Like a traveller, gloom departs;

Come, who threatening clouds dispellest,

And abide within our hearts.

Ah, the visions Thou impartest,

With the morn, and with the noon;

With what glory Thou attirest

Eve, that falleth late or soon.

Flood our lives with varied beauty,

Morn, and noon, and coming night;

Light us in the path of duty,

And at eve let there be light.

John Brownlie6,6,8,6

Lord, let my evening prayer

As incense sweet ascend;

And while I lift my hands to Thee,

From heaven in mercy bend.

For in Thy name I hope,

And brightness floods my way;

The night departs, and clouds that roll,

And threaten with dismay.

And in Thy name I trust,

To find Thy promise sure;

Thy cov'nant like the mountains strong,

That evermore endure.

Now, at this evening hour,

My hope and trust renew;

Refresh me as the earth that drinks

The cool refreshing dew.

And when the morning wakes,

Awake my soul, I pray,

That in Thy strength goes forth to bear

The burdens of the day.

John Brownlie8,8,8,8

O Lord of light, Thy beams display,

And waken joy in every heart;

Bring to our souls the light of day,

And bid our brooding night depart.

In Thy fair realm there is no gloom,

The radiant day is never done;

They need no candle to illume,

Nor wait the rising of the sun.

No morning ushers in the day,

Nor evening marks its slow decline;

There Thou art Sun, and shinest aye,

And all the light and joy are Thine.

Eternal Light, Eternal Day,

No eve obscures, no darkness hides;

But clear the noon-tide shines alway,

For there Thy presence aye abides.

Come at this hour, O Light Divine,

As daylight fades, and night is nigh;

And in our souls with radiance shine,

As Thou art wont in realms on high.

John Brownlie8,8,8,4κυριε ελεησον. 'Αντιλαβου, σωσον, ελεησον και διαφυλαξον ημαςLitany of the Deacon

God of all grace, Thy mercy send;

Let Thy protecting arm defend;

Save us, and keep us to the end:

Have mercy, Lord.

And through the coming hours of night,

Fill us, we pray, with holy light;

Keep us all sinless in Thy sight:

Grant this, O Lord.

May some bright messenger abide

For ever by Thy servants' side,

A faithful guardian and our guide:

Grant this, O Lord.

From every sin in mercy free,

Let heart and conscience stainless be,

That we may live henceforth for Thee:

Grant this, O Lord.

We would not be by care opprest,

But in Thy love and wisdom rest--

Give what Thou seest to be best:

Grant this, O Lord.

While we of every sin repent,

Let our remaining years be spent

In holiness and sweet content:

Grant this, O Lord.

And when the end of life is near,

May we, unshamed and void of fear,

Wait for the Judgment to appear:

Grant this, O Lord.

John Brownlie6,6,8,6,8,8

The day fades into night,

The shadows lengthening fall,

And see, the deepening purple light

Throws on the hills its pall:

Lord, be our Light when suns decline,

And in our souls unclouded shine.

Still is the eventide,

Calm is the soft repose,

When earthly toil is laid aside,

And eyelids drooping, close;

Lord, let Thy peace my soul possess,

In everlasting restfulness.

Night of my life draws near;

Lord, when the light departs,

Be all to me that Thou hast been

To other trusting hearts,

And in the calm that night bestows,

Let me in peace with Thee repose.

The night gives place to morn,

The gloom shall pass away,

And an eternal day be born,

Whose sun shall shine for aye;

Lord, wake me when the morn is come,

And let me find with Thee my home.

John Brownlie8,8,8,8

A crown of gold surpassing rare,

The western hills, in beauty wear;

And earth and sea reflect the light,

That fades before th' approach of night.

O Glorious Sun! whose peerless ray

Illumes the realm of endless day,

Shine on a world where darkness dwells,

And all the joy of day dispels.

Soft o'er the land the twilight creeps;

Night falls apace, and nature sleeps;

Oh, let not night my life control,

And plunge in sleep my drowsy soul.

Sleep to the weary pilgrim give,

But let the soul through slumber live;

Wake when the first faint gleam of morn

Tells that another day is born.

Light of my life! bid night depart,

Sing to my soul, and cheer my heart;

That morn, and noon, and night may be

One beauteous day of joy to me.

And when the brightest morn shall break,

And bid the eternal day awake,

O glorious Sun! in radiance shine,

To guard from night the realm Divine.

John Brownlie8,6,8,6εψευσαμην σε την αληθειαν, λογεGregory of Nazianzus, b. 329

O Word of Truth! in devious paths

My wayward feet have trod;

I have not kept the day serene

I gave at morn to God.

And now 'tis night, and night within;

O God, the light hath fled!

I have not kept the vow I made

When morn its glories shed.

For clouds of gloom from nether world

Obscured my upward way;

O Christ the Light, Thy light bestow

And turn my night to day!

John Brownlie7,8,7,8,7,7Christmas

Rosy dawn, with locks of gold,

Looks upon the world awaking;

For the day by prophets told,

Lo, in beauty now is breaking,

And the Christ is come to earth:

Hail, all hail His wondrous birth.

Minstrels from the realms of light,

Bend to earth to sing His praises,

For, from depth to highest height,

God our fallen race upraises;

Now the Christ is come to earth,

Hail, all hail His wondrous birth.

Go to Bethlehem, wanderers lone,

Seek the Christ, for whom such glory

Flashing from the heavenly throne

Floods with light the ancient story:

For the Christ is come to earth,

Hail, all hail His wondrous birth.

There, in weakness see Him lie,

Cradled where His mother laid Him,

Who, by minstrels from the sky,

Hath immortal honours paid Him;

See the God-man come to earth,

Hail, all hail His wondrous birth.

King Immortal! treasures rare,

Gifts of heart and life we bring Thee;

Hearts and voices everywhere,

More than gold--their praises bring Thee;

Thou, O Christ, art come to earth,

Hail, all hail Thy wondrous birth.

John Brownlie6,5,6,5

In the early morning,

Ere the darkness clears,

Lo, a star most radiant,

High in heaven appears;

And their eyes behold it,

Glowing like a gem,

As the sages journey

Forth to Bethlehem.

In the early morning,

While the shepherds gaze,

Lo, through clouds asunder,

Heaven is all ablaze;

Brighter than the sunrise

From the eastern hills,

And the song of angels

All creation fills.

In the early morning,

When the silence hung,

'Mid the dazzling splendour,

Were the praises sung:

Glory in the highest

To the God of heaven,

Peace on earth abounding

Unto men be given.

Now the sages, guided

To the lowly place,

Lying in a manger

Find the Lord of grace;

And they fall before Him

As before a king,

And their costly offerings

With devotion bring.

Lord of life eternal,

Who didst come for men;

At the time appointed

Thou wilt come again;

Not a babe in meekness,

Born of humble birth;

But the King Immortal,

Judge of all the earth.

Glory in the highest,

Be ascribed to God;

Ceaseless hallelujahs

Fill the earth abroad;

Glory to Immanuel,

All creation sing,

Who to heaven hath raised us

By His offering.

John Brownlie8,7,8,5

Lo, the clouds of night are rending,

Clad in light, heavenly bright,

Herald hosts to earth descending,

Hail approaching morn.

Hail the morn with heavenly singing,

And the song, they prolong,

News untold to earth is bringing,

Of Immanuel born.

Fearful watchers, see the glory,

Cease to gaze with amaze;

Herdsmen, sages, list the story,

Peace abides on earth.

Glory! sons of men repeat it,

Heavenly morn, Christ is born,

Lift your eyes to heaven and greet it,

Greet Immanuel's birth.

Gone the dismal years of waiting,

Angels bright, shed your light!

Peace hath banished ill and hating,

On this glorious morn.

Glory be to God ascending,

And the Son, who hath won

Life for man in bliss unending,

Now the Christ is born.

John Brownlie8,7,8,7,7,7

Herdsmen keeping lonely vigil

While the earth in slumber lay;

Eager scanned the far horizon,

For the coming of the day;

And a blaze of heavenly light,

Rent the curtains of the night.

Never shone a morn so radiant

Since creation had its birth,

And the orb of day in fulness

Shed its primal light on earth,

And the morning stars abroad,

Triumphed with the sons of God.

Stay your coming, dawn and sunrise,

For a Sun of high renown

Pours His light upon our darkness,

And this Orb shall ne'er go down;

Now Immanuel, Christ our Lord,

Dwells on earth, Incarnate Word.

Lift your eyes, ye lonely watchers,

See the host in raiment white;

List, the strains of heavenly music

Mingling with transcendent light;

Ne'er such music waked a morn;

Sons of men! the Christ is born.

Weary hearts that dwell in darkness!

Cast your dismal fears away;

Lo, the Sun on earth is shining,

For the morn has risen today,

And the light that hailed His birth,

Pours its glory on the earth.

John Brownlie10,10,10,5οι μαγοι τα δϖρα προσφερουσιν οι ποιμενες το θαυμα κηρυττουσιν

Hail to the King, who comes in weakness now,

No wreath of gold encircleth His brow,

Lowly His state--in lowly worship bow;

Hail to the King!

Born of His maiden mother, pure as snow,

Son of our God, begotten long ago,

Ere yet the stream of time began to flow;

Hail to the King!

Nowhere was found a shelter for His head,

Humble He lay, e'en where the oxen fed,

No couch nor crib, a manger was His bed;

Hail to the King!

Herdsmen were there who heard the angels sing;

Wise men from far who myrrh and incense bring,

No other hand bestowed an offering;

Hail to the King!

Hail to the King! O Christ, upon Thy throne,

Look on the souls which Thou didst make Thine own,

When by Thy birth and death Thou didst atone;

Hail to the King!

John Brownlie8,8,8,8,8,8dΔοξα εν υψιστοις Θεϖ

Hark! upon the morning breezes,

In the darkness, ere the waking,

Music sweet the senses pleases,

Soft upon the stillness breaking;

"Glory, Glory!" this the singing,

Welcome to Immanuel bringing.

Shepherds at their watch beholding

Angels clad in glistening whiteness,

Heard the wondrous news unfolding

'Mid that dazzling scene of brightness:

"Glory, Glory!" peace, and kindness,