Luke 1:26

• [Luk 1:26] Angel Gabriel From Heaven Came, The

  The angel Gabriel from Heaven came, His wings as drifted snow, his eyes as flame; “All hail,” said he, “thou lowly maiden Mary, Most highly favored lady,” Gloria! “For know a blessèd mother thou shalt be, All generations laud and honor thee, Thy Son shall be Emmanuel, by seers foretold, Most highly favored lady,” Gloria! Then gentle Mary meekly bowed her head, “To me be as it pleaseth God,” she said, “My soul shall laud and magnify His holy Name.” Most highly favored lady, Gloria! Of her, Emmanuel, the Christ, was born In Bethlehem, all on a Christmas morn, And Christian folk throughout the world will ever say— “Most highly favored lady,” Gloria!

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• [Luk 1:26] Gabriel, From The Heaven Descending

  Gabriel, from the Heaven descending, On the faithful Word attending, Is in holy converse blending With the virgin full of grace: That good word and sweet he plighteth In the bosom where it lighteth, And for Eva Ave writeth, Changing Eva’s name and race. At the promise that he sendeth God the Incarnate Word descendeth; Yet no carnal touch offendeth Her, the undefilèd one. She, without a father, beareth, She no bridal union shareth, And a painless birth declareth That she bare the Royal Son. Tale that wondering search entices! But believe—and that suffices; It is not for man’s devices Here to pry with gaze unmeet: High the sign, its place assuming In the bush, the unconsuming: Mortal, veil thine eyes presuming, Loose thy shoes from off thy feet. As the rod, by wondrous power, Moistened not by dew or shower, Bare the almond and the flower, Thus He came, the virgin’s fruit: Hail the Fruit, O world, with gladness! Fruit of joy and not of sadness: Adam had not lapsed to madness Had he tasted of its shoot. Jesus, kind above all other, Gentle Child of gentle mother, In the stable born our Brother, Whom the angelic hosts adore: He, once cradled in a manger, Heal our sin and calm our danger; For our life, to this world stranger, Is in peril evermore.

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Luke 2:13

• [Luk 2:13] Angel Hosts In Bright Array

  Angel hosts in bright array— Stars their night-watch keeping— Earthward wend their silent way, While the world lies sleeping. Through the wintry clouds they glide, On through portal hoary, Where, the ox and ass beside, Lies the Babe of Glory. Refrain Ring the bells, and sound the horn! Shout with exultation! Christ the Lord today is born For the world’s salvation! All unseen by mortal eye, Reverent and lowly; Prostrate there, they laud on high Him, the Infant holy. From their lips celestial rise Sounds, with joy o’erflowing, Strains upborne beyond the skies, Hymns with rapture glowing. Refrain Raphäel, archangel bright! On thine errand wending, Forth again into the night Mount, the clouds ascending! Take of that, thy glittering train, Hosts of light, dear angel! Then descend where Bethlehem’s plain Waits thy longed evangel! Refrain Hark the news the angel tells: “Lo! An infant Stranger, God’s dear Son among you dwells, Born in Bethlehem’s manger!” Bursts a chorus from the sky, Loud from Heaven’s portal: “Glory be to God on high, Peace, goodwill to mortal!” Refrain Angel spirits earthward led, With a hope endearing, First to worship, first to spread News of Christ’s appearing! Trace we out your footfalls light, Praise we Christ in glory, Then waft on the tidings bright Of the Gospel’s story! Refrain

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• [Luk 2:13] Angels From The Realm Of Glory

  Angels from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o’er all the earth; Ye who sang creation’s story Now proclaim Messiah’s birth. Refrain Come and worship, come and worship, Worship Christ, the newborn King. Shepherds, in the field abiding, Watching o’er your flocks by night, God with us is now residing; Yonder shines the infant light: Refrain Sages, leave your contemplations, Brighter visions beam afar; Seek the great Desire of nations; Ye have seen His natal star. Refrain Saints, before the altar bending, Watching long in hope and fear; Suddenly the Lord, descending, In His temple shall appear. Refrain Sinners, wrung with true repentance, Doomed for guilt to endless pains, Justice now revokes the sentence, Mercy calls you; break your chains. Refrain Though an Infant now we view Him, He shall fill His Father’s throne, Gather all the nations to Him; Every knee shall then bow down: Refrain All creation, join in praising God, the Father, Spirit, Son, Evermore your voices raising To th’eternal Three in One. Refrain Lord of Heaven, we adore Thee, God the Father, God the Son, God the Spirit, One in glory, On the same eternal throne. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Lord of Heaven, Three in One.

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• [Luk 2:13] Angels We Have Heard On High

  Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o’er the plains, And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strains. Refrain Gloria, in excelsis Deo! Gloria, in excelsis Deo! Shepherds, why this jubilee? Why your joyous strains prolong? What the gladsome tidings be Which inspire your heavenly song? Refrain Come to Bethlehem and see Christ Whose birth the angels sing; Come, adore on bended knee, Christ the Lord, the newborn King. Refrain See Him in a manger laid, Whom the choirs of angels praise; Mary, Joseph, lend your aid, While our hearts in love we raise. Refrain Shepherds in the field abiding, Tell us when the seraph bright Greeted you with wondrous tiding, What you saw and heard that night. Refrain We beheld—it is no fable— God incarnate, King of bliss, Swathed and cradled in a stable, And the angel strain was this: Refrain Choristers on high were singing Jesus and His virgin birth, Heavenly bells the while a-ringing “Peace, good will to men on earth.” Refrain

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• [Luk 2:13] Bright Angel Hosts Are Heard On High

  Bright angel hosts are heard on high All sweetly singing o’er the plains; While mountains echo in reply The burden of their joyous strains. Say, shepherds, why this jubilee, What doth your rapturous mirth prolong? Say, say what may the tidings be Which still inspire that heav’nly song? Come, come to Bethlehem, come and see The Child whose birth the angels sing; Come, come, adore on bended knee The Infant Christ, the newborn King! See, there within a manger laid Jesus, the Lord of Heav’n and earth! See, saints and angels lend their aid To celebrate the Savior’s birth!

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• [Luk 2:13] Calm On The Listening Ear Of Night

  Calm on the listening ear of night Come heaven’s melodious strains, Where wild Judea stretches forth Her silver mantled plains. Celestial choirs from courts above Shed sacred glories there, And angels, with their sparkling lyres, Make music on the air. The answering hills of Palestine Send back the glad reply; And greet, from all their holy heights, The Day-Spring from on high. O’er the blue depths of Galilee There comes a holier calm, And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, Her silent groves of palm. “Glory to God!” the lofty strain The realm of ether fills; How sweeps the song of solemn joy O’er Judah’s sacred hills! “Glory to God!” the sounding skies Loud with their anthems ring, “Peace to the earth; good will to men, From heaven’s eternal King!” Light on thy hills, Jerusalem! The Savior now is born, And bright on Bethlehem’s joyous plains Breaks the first Christmas morn. And brightly on Moriah’s brow Crowned with her temple spires, Which first proclaim the newborn light, Clothed with its orient fires. This day shall Christian tongues be mute, And Christian hearts be cold? Oh, catch the anthem that from Heaven O’er Judah’s mountains rolled. When burst upon that listening night The high and solemn lay: “Glory to God, on earth be peace,” Salvation comes today!

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• [Luk 2:13] Do You Know The Song That The Angels Sang

  Do you know the song that the angels sang On that night in the long ago, When the heavens above with their music rang Till it echoed in the earth below? Refrain All glory in the highest, Peace on earth, goodwill to men, Glory in the highest, Peace, goodwill to men; Glory in the highest, Glory in the highest, Peace on earth, goodwill to men. Do you know the song that the shepherds heard As they watched o’er their flocks by night, When the skies bent down, and their hearts were stirred By the voices of the angels bright? Refrain Do you know the story that the wise men learned As they journeyed from the east afar, O’er a pathway plain, for there nightly burned In their sight a glorious guiding star? Refrain

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• [Luk 2:13] From Every Spire On Christmas Eve

  From every spire on Christmas Eve, the Christmas bells ring clearly out Their message of goodwill and peace, with many a call and silver shout. For faithful hearts, the angels’ song still echoes in the frosty air, And by the altar low they bow, in adoration and in prayer. A thousand blessed memories throng, the stars are holy signs to them, And from the eyes of every child looks forth the Babe of Bethlehem; But there are others, not like these, whose brows are sad, whose hopes are crossed, To whom the season brings no cheer, and life’s most gracious charm is lost. To whom that story, old and sweet, is but a fable at the best, The Christmas music mocks their ears, and life has naught of joy or rest. Oh! for angel’s voice to pierce the clouds of grief that over them rise, The mists of doubt and unbelief that veil the blue of Christmas skies. That they, at last, may see the Light which shines from Bethlehem, and unfold For Christ the treasures of their hearts, richer than spicery or gold. Hope of the ages, draw Thou near, till all the earth shall own Thy sway, And when Thou reignest in every heart it will, indeed, be Christmas Day.

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• [Luk 2:13] Glorious, Beauteous, Golden-bright

  Glorious, beauteous, golden-bright, Shedding softest, purest light, Shone the stars that Christmas night, When the Jewish shepherds kept Watch beside their flocks that slept. But the stars’ sweet golden gleam Faded quickly as a dream ’Mid the wondrous glory-stream That illumined all the earth, When Christ’s angels sang His birth. Soft and pure and holy glory, Kings and seers and prophets hoary, Shed throughout the sacred story: While the priests, like shepherds true, Watched beside God’s chosen few. But that light no more availéd, And its splendor staighway paléd In His light Whom angels hailéd; Even as the stars of old, ’Mid the brightness lost their gold. Now no more on Christmas night, Is the sky with angels bright, But for ever shines the Light; Even He Whose birth they told To the shepherds by the fold. Since that Light then darkens never, Let us all, with glad endeavor, Sing the song that echoes ever: Glory in the highest Heaven! Peace on earth to us forgiven.

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• [Luk 2:13] Hark From On High Those Blissful Strains!

  Hark from on high those blissful strains! Whence can such sweetness be? Have angels waked their golden harps With Heav’ns own minstrelsy? With Heav’ns own minstrelsy? Or do we hear the cherub voice Of infant bands who raise, Soaring from earth celestial notes In their Creator’s praise? In their Creator’s praise? Thus spake the shepherds—yet with dread, So strange the sounds they heard, While o’er their slumb’ring flocks they kept Their wonted nightly guard, Their wonted nightly guard. And soon they saw a dazzling light Beam through the starry way, And shining seraphs clust’ring where The infant Jesus lay, The infant Jesus lay. They came a Savior’s birth to tell, And tunes of rapture sing; Hence the glad notes that filled the air— Each swept his loudest string, Each swept his loudest string. But now in accents soft and kind The chieftain angel said, “Heav’ns tidings of great joy we bear— Shepherds, be not afraid, Shepherds, be not afraid.”

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• [Luk 2:13] Hark! The Herald Angels Sing

  Hark! The herald angels sing, “Glory to the newborn King; Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled!” Joyful, all ye nations rise, Join the triumph of the skies; With th’angelic host proclaim, “Christ is born in Bethlehem!” Refrain Hark! the herald angels sing, “Glory to the newborn King!” Christ, by highest Heav’n adored; Christ the everlasting Lord; Late in time, behold Him come, Offspring of a virgin’s womb. Veiled in flesh the Godhead see; Hail th’incarnate Deity, Pleased with us in flesh to dwell, Jesus our Emmanuel. Refrain Hail the heav’nly Prince of Peace! Hail the Sun of Righteousness! Light and life to all He brings, Ris’n with healing in His wings. Mild He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die. Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth. Refrain Come, Desire of nations, come, Fix in us Thy humble home; Rise, the woman’s conqu’ring Seed, Bruise in us the serpent’s head. Now display Thy saving power, Ruined nature now restore; Now in mystic union join Thine to ours, and ours to Thine. Refrain Adam’s likeness, Lord, efface, Stamp Thine image in its place: Second Adam from above, Reinstate us in Thy love. Let us Thee, though lost, regain, Thee, the Life, the inner man: O, to all Thyself impart, Formed in each believing heart. Refrain Hark, how all the welkin rings, “Glory to the King of kings; Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled!” Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies; Universal nature say, “Christ the Lord is born to-day!” Christ, by highest Heaven ador’d, Christ, the everlasting Lord: Late in time behold him come, Offspring of a Virgin’s womb! Veiled in flesh, the Godhead see, Hail the incarnate deity! Pleased as man with men to appear, Jesus! Our Immanuel here! Hail, the heavenly Prince of Peace! Hail, the Sun of Righteousness! Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings. Mild He lays his glory by, Born that man no more may die; Born to raise the sons of earth; Born to give them second birth. Come, Desire of nations, come, Fix in us thy humble home; Rise, the woman’s conquering seed, Bruise in us the serpent’s head. Now display thy saving power, Ruined nature now restore; Now in mystic union join Thine to ours, and ours to thine. Adam’s likeness, Lord, efface; Stamp Thy image in its place. Second Adam from above, Reinstate us in thy love. Let us Thee, though lost, regain, Thee, the life, the inner Man: O! to all thyself impart, Form?d in each believing heart.

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• [Luk 2:13] Hark! What Mean Those Holy Voices?

  Hark! what mean those holy voices, Sweetly sounding through the skies? Lo! the angelic host rejoices Heavenly hallelujahs rise. Listen to the wondrous story, Which they chant in hymns of joy; “Glory in the highest, glory; Glory be to God most high! “Peace on earth, good will from Heaven, Reaching far as man is found; Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven; Loud our golden harps shall sound. “Christ is born, the great Anointed; Heaven and earth His praises sing: O receive whom God appointed, For your Prophet, Priest and King. “Hasten, mortals to adore Him; Learn His Name and taste His joy; Till in heaven you sing before Him, Glory be to God most high!” Let us learn the wondrous story Of our great Redeemer’s birth; Spread the brightness of His glory Till it cover all the earth.

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• [Luk 2:13] Hark! What Sounds Are Sweetly Stealing?

  Hark! what sounds are sweetly stealing Soft through Bethlehem’s midnight air? Louder yet, and louder pealing, Angel accents sure are there. Refrain Glory, glory, peace and mercy, Peace on earth, good will to men. See! a light from Heaven is streaming, Night and darkness quit the plain; See! an angel brightly beaming, Followed by a radiant train. Refrain Fear not, shepherds! glad my story, Tidings of the greatest joy: Christ is born, the Lord of Glory! I proclaim a Savior nigh. Refrain Thus the angel, then ascending, Seeks again the realms of light; Now the chorus faintly ending, All is silence, all is night. Refrain

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• [Luk 2:13] Hearken, All! What Holy Singing

  Hearken, all! what holy singing Now is sounding from the sky! ’Tis a hymn with grandeur ringing, Sung by voices clear and high. Refrain Gloria in excelsis Deo, Gloria in excelsis Deo. On the plain, the simple shepherds Watched their flocks the long night through; From on high they heard the voices, Sounding through the heavenly blue. Refrain See, within the manger lowly, Wide the Christ Child spreads His arms. Raise to Him your joyful voices, Sing we all Noel, Noel. Refrain

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• [Luk 2:13] I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day

  I heard the bells on Christmas day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet the words repeat Of peace on earth, good will to men. And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along the unbroken song Of peace on earth, good will to men. Till ringing, singing on its way The world revolved from night to day, A voice, a chime, a chant sublime Of peace on earth, good will to men. And in despair I bowed my head “There is no peace on earth,” I said, “For hate is strong and mocks the song Of peace on earth, good will to men.” Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: “God is not dead, nor doth He sleep; The wrong shall fail, the right prevail With peace on earth, good will to men.” Then from each black, accursed mouth The cannon thundered in the South, And with the sound the carols drowned Of peace on earth, good will to men. It was as if an earthquake rent The hearth-stones of a continent, And made forlorn, the households born Of peace on earth, good will to men.

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• [Luk 2:13] In The Lonely Midnight

  In the lonely midnight on the wintry hill, Shepherds heard the angels singing, “Peace, good will.” Listen, O ye weary, to the angels’ song, Unto to you the tidings of great joy belong. Though in David’s city angels sing no more, Love makes angel music on earth’s darkest shore; Though no heavenly glory meet your wondering eyes, Love can make your dwelling bright as paradise. Though the Child of Mary, sent from heaven on high, In His manger cradle may no longer lie, Love is King forever, though the proud world scorn; If ye truly seek Him, Christ your King is born.

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• [Luk 2:13] Let Angels And Archangels Sing

  Let angels and archangels sing The wonderful Immanuel’s Name, Adore with us our new-born King, And still the joyful news proclaim; All earth and Heav’n be ever joined To praise the Savior of mankind. The everlasting God comes down To sojourn with the sons of men; Without His majesty or crown, The great Invisible is seen; Of all His dazzling glories shorn The everlasting God is born! Angels, behold that Infant’s face, With rapturous awe the Godhead own; ’Tis all your heav’n on Him to gaze, And cast your crowns before His throne; Though now He on His footstool lies, Ye know He built both earth and skies. By Him into existence brought, Ye sang the all-creating Word; Ye heard Him call our world from naught; Again, in honor of your Lord, Ye morning-stars your hymns employ, And shout, ye sons of God, for joy.

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• [Luk 2:13] Long Ago A Shining Throng

  Long ago a shining throng, Thrilled the midnight air with song; For the Savior promised long, Lay in Bethl’em’s stall. Over Judah’s silent plain, Sweetly rang the joyous strain; Of His birth, who yet shall reign, As King of all. Refrain Praise Him, angels bright, Praise Him, stars of light, Tell His wondrous might, Who today was born. Shout, O shout His Name, Gladly now proclaim, How to save He came, This happy morn. Mighty God and Prince of Peace, Never shall His glory cease; But forever more increase, Till He rules alone. All the earth shall own His sway, Crowns and kingdoms pass away; Kings to him shall tribute pay, Upon the throne. Refrain Sing, ye heav’nly hosts on high, Sons of men, with joy reply, Sound His praise through earth and sky, In His love rejoice. Let the swelling chorus ring, Hail Him Lord and crown Him King; Of His pow’r forever sing, With heart and voice. Refrain

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• [Luk 2:13] Mortals Awake, With Angels Join

  Mortals, awake, with angels join, And chant the solemn lay, Joy, love, and gratitude combine, To hail the auspicious day, To hail the auspicious day. In Heav’n the rapturous song began, And sweet seraphic fire Through all the shining legions ran, And strung and tuned the lyre, And strung and tuned the lyre. Swift through the vast expanse it flew, And loud the echo rolled, The theme, the song, the joy, was new— ’Twas more than Heav’n could hold, ’Twas more than Heav’n could hold. Down through the portals of the sky The impetuous torrent ran; And angels flew, with eager joy, To bear the news to man, To bear the news to man. Hark! the cherubic armies shout, And glory leads the song: Good will and peace are heard throughout The harmonious heav’nly throng, The harmonious heav’nly throng. With joy the chorus we repeat, “Glory to God on high!” Good will and peace are now complete, Jesus was born to die, Jesus was born to die. Hail, Prince of Life, forever hail! Redeemer, Brother, Friend! Though earth, and time, and life shall fail Thy praise shall never end, Thy praise shall never end.

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• [Luk 2:13] Music Of The Angels

  The evergreen branches are waving around us, And sweetly our carols in harmony ring, While here we are gathered to welcome with rapture The birth of our Savior, Redeemer, and King. Refrain Hark! the music of the angels Floating onward still we hear; Blessèd music, sweetest chorus Ever sung to mortal ear. How graciously favored the shepherds of Judah, Who guarded their flocks on that wonderful morn, When legions descended, proclaiming the tidings That Jesus, the promised Redeemer, was born. Refrain How humble His birthplace, how lowly His cradle, O tender compassion, O infinite love! The Son of the Highest our nature assuming That we might inherit the mansions above. Refrain The sweet chiming bells with our carols are blending, A glad, merry Christmas they joyfully ring. While here we are gathered to welcome with rapture The birth of our Savior, Redeemer, and King. Refrain

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• [Luk 2:13] Music On Christmas Morning

  Music I love—­but ne’er a strain Could kindle raptures so divine, So grief assuage, so conquer pain, And rouse this pensive heart of mine; As that we hear on Christmas morn, Upon the wintry breezes borne. Though darkness still her empire keep, And hours must pass, ere morning break; From troubled dreams, or slumbers deep, That music kindly bids us wake: It calls us, with an angel’s voice, To wake, and worship, and rejoice. To greet with joy the glorious morn, Which angels welcomed long ago, When our redeeming Lord was born, To bring the light of Heaven below; The powers of darkness to dispel, And rescue Earth from death and hell. While listening to that sacred strain, My raptured spirit soars on high; I seem to hear those songs again Resounding through the open sky, That kindled such divine delight, In those who watched their flocks by night. With them, I celebrate His birth; Glory to God, in highest Heaven, Good will to men, and peace on Earth, To us a Savior King is given; Our God is come to claim His own, And Satan’s power is overthrown! A sinless God, for sinful men, Descends to suffer and to bleed; Hell must renounce its empire then; The price is paid, the world is freed, And Satan’s self must now confess, That Christ has earned a right to bless. Now holy peace may smile from Heaven, And heavenly truth from earth shall spring: The captive’s galling bonds are riven, For our Redeemer is our King; And He that gave His blood for men Will lead us home to God again.

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• [Luk 2:13] Peaceful The Wondrous Night

  Peaceful the wondrous night, Peaceful and holy, Under the silv’ry light, Gleaming afar. Faithfully watching there, Shepherds so lowly, Over the hills so fair, Saw glory’s star. Refrain Hail to the starry night, Sparkling with glory; Angels on wings of light, Thronging the sky. Hail to that starry night! Wondrous its story: Jesus the Prince of Light, Came from above. Come with that shepherd band, Come to the manger; Join in the chorus grand, Glory to God! Worship the holy Child, Wonderful Stranger, Give to the Undefiled, Glory and laud. Refrain Sweet favor, thus to bow, Love’s treasure bringing, Gratefully yielding now, Life’s joyful praise. Hear from the heav’nly height, Glad echoes ringing, Blessing and pow’r and might, Through endless days. Refrain

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• [Luk 2:13] Shades Of Silent Night Dividing

  Shades of silent night dividing, Bursts the glory from above; Down the stream of brightness gliding, Comes the messenger of love; To the shepherds lowly, telling Of the Christ expected long, While the sudden anthem, swelling Fills the flowing heav’n with song. Heav’n will guard their flocks from danger Scattered o’er the moist green sward, While the swains to Bethlehem’s manger, Hie to greet their newborn Lord. Awe and love maternal blending, Fill the blessèd virgin’s heart; While with reverent gesture bending, Kneel these humble men apart. Not alone do men unlearnèd Bow the holy Child before: Sages who for truth long yearnèd Heav’ns true Sun at length adore. So our songs proclaim a story Kings of old have longed to know; Tell of Christ, the Prince of Glory, Born this night, for high and low.

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• [Luk 2:13] ’twas In The Moon Of Wintertime

  ’Twas in the moon of wintertime, When all the birds had fled, That mighty Gitchi Manitou Sent angel choirs instead; Before their light the stars grew dim, And wondering hunters heard the hymn: Refrain Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, In excelsis gloria. Within a lodge of broken bark The tender babe was found, A ragged robe of rabbit skin Enwrapped His beauty round; But as the hunter braves drew nigh, The angel song rang loud and high: Refrain The earliest moon of wintertime Is not so round and fair As was the ring of glory on The helpless Infant there. The chiefs from far before Him knelt With gifts of fox and beaver pelt. Refrain O children of the forest free, O seed of Manitou, The holy Child of earth and Heav’n Is born today for you. Come kneel before the radiant Boy, Who brings you beauty, peace and joy. Refrain

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Luke 2:40

• [Luk 2:40] By Cool Siloam’s Shady Rill

  By cool Siloam’s shady rill How fair the lily grows! How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, Of Sharon’s dewy rose! Lo! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod, Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God. By cool Siloam’s shady rill The lily must decay; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away. And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man’s maturer age Will shake the soul with sorrow’s power And stormy passion’s rage. O Thou Whose infant feet were found Within Thy Father’s shrine, Whose years with changeless virtue crowned, Were all alike divine. Dependent on Thy bounteous breath, We seek Thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age, and death To keep us still Thine own.

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• [Luk 2:40] Jesus Was A Child Like Me

  Once Jesus was a child like me, But O, so kind and true; His ever watchful eye can see The very things I do. Refrain Yes, Jesus was a child like me, But O, so pure and true; My blessèd Savior He will be, If I but love Him, too. He played upon the village street, In such a pleasant way; And ran with glad and willing feet, His parents to obey. Refrain I want to be His little child, And more like Him to grow; And ever truthful, good and mild, Because He loves me so. Refrain And now to Jesus I will pray, To pardon me from sin; And if I serve Him every day, His blessing I shall win. Refrain

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• [Luk 2:40] What Wisdom, Majesty And Grace

  What wisdom, majesty and grace Through all the Gospel shine! ’Tis God that speaks, and we confess The doctrine most divine. Down from His starry throne on high, Th’almighty Savior comes; Lays His bright robes of glory by, And feeble flesh assumes. The mighty debt that sinners owed, Upon the cross He pays; Then through the clouds ascends to God, ’Midst shouts of loftiest praise. There He, our great High Priest, appears, Before His Father’s throne; Mingles His merits with our tears, And pours salvation down.

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Luke 11:28

• [Luk 11:28] How Blest Are They Who Hear God’s Word

  How blest are they who hear God’s Word And keep and heed what they have heard! They wisdom daily gather; Their light shines brighter day by day, And while they tread life’s weary way, They have the oil of gladness To soothe their pain and sadness. God’s Word a treasure is to me, Through sorrow’s night my sun shall be, The shield of faith in battle. The Father’s hand hath written there My title as His child and heir, “The kingdom’s thine forever.” That promise faileth never. Today I was my Savior’s guest, My soul was here so richly blest, The Bread of Life receiving. Oh, may thereby my faith prevail, So that its fruits shall never fail Till my account is given Before the throne in Heaven!

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• [Luk 11:28] O Blessed Bible

  O blessèd, blessèd Bible, Our treasured book divine, With hope, and joy, and comfort, Thy pages brightly shine. Refrain More precious still than rubies, More pure than purest gold, Our blessèd, blessèd Bible, Thy worth can ne’er be told. Thou tellest us of Jesus, The Son of God above, Who came the world to ransom, So great His wondrous love. Refrain O blessèd, blessèd Bible, That God Himself hath giv’n, To fit us for His kingdom, Of endless life in Heav’n. Refrain

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Luke 13:29

• [Luk 13:29] Little Travelers Zionward

  Little travelers Zionward Each one entering into rest, In the kingdom of your Lord, In the mansions of the blest: There, to welcome, Jesus waits, Gives the crown His followers win; Lift your heads, ye golden gates, Let the little travelers in! Who are they whose little feet, Pacing life’s dark journey through, Now have reached the heavenly seat They had ever kept in view? “I from Greenland’s frozen land,” “I from India’s sultry plain,” “I from Africa’s barren sand,” “I from islands of the main.” “All our earthly journey past, Every tear and pain gone by, Here together met at last, At the portal of the sky.” Each the welcome “Come!” awaits, Conquerors over death and sin; Lift your heads, ye golden gates, Let the little travellers in.

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  source: Cyberhymnal