1 Hail, all hail the joyful morn: Tell it forth from earth to heaven, That to us a child is born, That to us a Son is given.

2 Angels, bending from the sky, Chanted, at the wondrous birth, "Glory be to G.o.d on high, Peace--good-will to man on earth."

3 Join we then our feeble lays To the chorus of the sky; And, in songs of grateful praise, Glory give to G.o.d on high.

209. 11s. & 10s. M. Heber.

Star of the East.

1 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid; Star of the East,--the horizon adorning,-- Guide where the infant Redeemer is laid.

2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining; Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall; Angels bend o'er him, in slumber reclining,-- Monarch, Redeemer, Restorer of all.

3 Say, shall we yield him in costly devotion, Odors of Edom, and offerings divine?

Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?

4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gold would his favor secure; Richer by far is the heart's adoration, Dearer to G.o.d are the prayers of the poor.

5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid; Star of the East,--the horizon adorning,-- Guide where the infant Redeemer is laid.

210. L. M. 6l. Moore.

Christ's Birth.

1 Arrayed in clouds of golden light, More bright than heaven's effulgent bow, Jehovah's angel came by night, To bless the sleeping world below.

How soft the music of his tongue!

How sweet the hallowed strains he sung!

2 Good-will henceforth to man be given, The light of glory beams on earth: Let angels tune the harps of heaven, And saints rejoice in Shiloh's birth; In him all nations shall be blest, And his shall be a glorious rest.

211. C. P. M. Miss Roscoe.

Christmas Hymn.

1 O, let your mingling voices rise, In grateful rapture, to the skies, And hail a Saviour's birth: Let songs of joy the day proclaim, When Jesus all-triumphant came To bless the sons of earth.

2 He came to bid the weary rest, To heal the sinner's wounded breast, To bind the broken heart, To spread the light of truth around, And to the world's remotest bound The heavenly gift impart.

3 He came our trembling souls to save From sin, from sorrow, and the grave, And chase our fears away; Victorious over death and time, To lead us to a happier clime, Where reigns eternal day.

212. C. M. Doddridge.

The Mission of Christ.

1 Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes!

The Saviour promised long!

Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song.

2 On him the Spirit largely poured, Exerts its sacred fire; Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, His holy breast inspire.

3 He comes, from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray; And on the eye-b.a.l.l.s of the blind To pour celestial day.

4 He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure; And with the treasure of his grace Enrich the humble poor.

5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace!

Thy welcome shall proclaim; And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name.

213. C. M. Watts.

The Kingdom of Christ.

1 Joy to the world! the Lord is come!

Let earth receive her King; Let every heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature sing!

2 Joy to the earth! the Saviour reigns!

Let men their songs employ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains Repeat the sounding joy.

3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground; He comes to make his blessings flow As far as sin is found.

4 He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteousness, And wonders of his love.

214. C. M. Watts.

John the Herald of Christ.