9: THIS IS THE WINTER MORN. Arr. by L. H. THOMAS. 1. This is the win-ter morn, Our Saviour, Christ, was born, Who left the realms of endless day, To take our sins a-way. Ho-san-na! from all our hearts we raise, Ho-san-na! Ho-san-na! And make our lives his praise. THIS IS THE WINTER MORN.- Concluded. 53 A Christmas Carol. 2 Ring, ring, O happy bells! A blessed angel tells The story of his humble birth, : Have ye no praises for the Lord And bless him evermore. : Have ye from heaven no glory felt, 4 All in the lowly place : Have ye no worship for the Lord, Our lives our offering. 5 Their grateful hearts are full Of things most beautiful; And lo! the wonder of the Lord They straightway spread abroad. 11: Have ye no beauty of the Christ Whose love, whose love has long sufficed? :|| CHO.-Hosanna! from all our hearts we raise, Hosanna! Hosanna! WAKEN, CHRISTIAN CHILDREN. And carry hence his praise. Osgood E. Fuller. ANON. 1. Wak- en, Christian chil- dren,Up,and let us sing, With glad hearts and voices,Of our new-born King. 4 24 Up! 'tis meet to wel-come With a joyous lay Christ,the King of Glo ry, Born for us to day. Gifts he asketh richer, Haste we, then, to welcome Christ, the King of Glory, Born for us to-day. S. C. Hamerton. |