Glory to Jesus, our Strength! our Redeemer!
Glory and praise to our God, Three in One!
Jesus is coming! his praises we sing!
Jesus, our Saviour, Redeemer, and King!
II. 6. 7s & 6s.
Music, "Webb," S. S. Bell, p. 96.
HAIL to the Lord's Anointed,
Great David's greater Son;
Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free,
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.
2 He comes with succor speedy,
To those who suffer wrong,
To help the poor and needy,
And bid the weak be strong;
To give them songs for sighing,
Their darkness turn to light,
Whose souls, condemned and dying,
Were precious in his sight.
3 He shall descend like showers
Upon the fruitful earth,
And love and joy, like flowers,
Spring in his path to birth;
Before Him, on the mountains,
Shall Peace, the herald go;
And righteousness in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.
4 To Him shall prayer unceasing,
And daily vows, ascend;
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end;
The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove;
His Name shall stand forever;
That Name to us is Love.
usic, "Saviour, like a shepherd lead us," Oriola, p. 64; S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 118; Oriola, p. 202.
NCE again in glory seated
Cage clouds of heaven they see
Him whom wicked men derided,
Nailing to the cursed tree;
Now exalted
In most glorious majesty.
2 All his people shall surround Him,
And his state of glory share;
All on earth who sought and found Him
Shall be with Him in the air;
Blessed Jesus,
Let me have my portion there.
3 Let my name be found before Thee
In the kingdom of thy grace,
That when Thou shalt come in glory
I may stand before thy face!
Blessed Jesus,
Give me there to find my place.
III. 3. 8s & 7s.
Music in S. S. Hosanna, p. 112.
ONG the Church of Christ had waited
For the coming of her Lord,
Long had Faith and Hope been leaning
On the promise of his word.
Lift up your heads, for your redemption
Now draws nigh in Jesus' name :
Glory, honor, and salvation,
Christ the Lord will come to reign.
2 Then He came, but O how lowly
Was the infant Saviour's lot!
Wise men from the East adored Him,
But the world esteemed Him not.
3 Long since then the Church has waited
For the coming of the day,
When the light of his appearing
Shall the darkness drive away.
CHORUS. Lift up your heads, etc.
4 And he soon shall be returning
Though we know not when 'twill be;
Yet as those that watch the morning,
So we watch that hour to see.
ONDERFUL night!
Angels and shining immortals,
Thronging thine ebony portals,
Fling out their banners of light:
Wonderful night!
2 Wonderful night!
Dreamed of by prophets and sages
Manhood redeemed for all ages,
Welcomes thy hallowing might,
Wonderful night!
3 Wonderful night!
Down o'er the stars to restore us,
Leading his flame-winged chorus,
Comes the Eternal to sight:
Wonderful night!
4 Wonderful night!
Sweet be thy rest to the weary,
Making the dull heart and dreary
Laugh in a dream of delight;
Wonderful night!
5 Wonderful night!
Let me, as long as life lingers,
Sing with the cherubim singers,
"Glory to God in the height!"
Wonderful night!
Music in Hollister's Service and Tune Book, p. 34; Parish Hymnal, p. 184.
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!
Music in Sabbath Songs, p. 44.
T came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold.
"Peace on earth, good will to men,
From heav'n's all-gracious King;"
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.
2 Still through the cloven sky they come,
With peaceful wings unfurled;
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world.
Above its sad and lowly plains,
They bend on hovering wing,
And ever o'er its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing.
3 But with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long:
Beneath the angel strain have roll'd
Two thousand years of wrong;
And man at war with man, hears not
The love-song which they bring:
O! hush the noise, ye men of strife,
And hear the angels sing.
4 For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophet-bards foretold,
When with the ever-circling years
Comes round the age of gold;
When Peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing.
Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 158, or p. 120; Sabbath Songs, p. 90.
LITTLE town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie:
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by:
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The Everlasting Light:
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee to-night.
2 For Christ is born of Mary,
And gathered all above,
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love.
O morning stars, together
Proclaim the holy birth!
And praises sing to God the King,
And peace to men on earth.
3 How silently, how silently,
The wondrous gift is given;
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of his heaven;
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