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For thou wert born of woman: thou didst come,
And not by thunders strewed
Was thy tempestuous road; Nor indignation burnt before thee on thy way.
But thee, a soft and naked child,
Thy mother undefiled
From off her virgin breast.
[high: Came wandering from afar, Gliding unchecked and calm along the liquid sky;
The eastern sages leading on,
As at a kingly throne,
Before thy infant feet.
From all the cherub choirs,
And seraphs' burning lyres [clouds along, Pour'd through the host of heaven the charmed
One angel troop the strain began,
Of all the race of man
That soft hosanna's tone.
Nor visible angels mourn’d with drooping plumes :
Nor didst thou mount on high,
From fatal Calvary,
But one of human birth,
In Paradise with thee.
Nor o'er thy cross the clouds of vengeance brake;
A few dim hours of day
The world in darkness lay;
Consenting to thy doom;
Upon the sealed stone.
And when thou didst arise, thou didst not stand With devastation in thy red right hand, Plaguing the guilty city's murtherous crew;
But thou didst haste to meet
Thy mother's coming feet, And bear the words of peace unto the faithful few.
Then calmly, slowly didst thou rise
Into thy native skies,
In its own radiancy.
BEHOLD! the’ Ambassador divine,
Descending from above,
Of everlasting love!
The heavenly dew descends;
To earth's remotest ends.
Shall strike the wondering ears;
In which the God appears.
Shall raise its falling frame;
And kindle to a flame.
The onward progress of his zeal
Shall never know decline,
Receive the law divine.
He who spread forth the arch of heaven,
And bade the planets roll, Who laid the basis of the earth,
And form’d the human soul,-
A Prophet from the sky,
The message from on high.
Before thy face the shades of death
Shall take to sudden flight;
Shall hail a glorious light;
The iron fetters fall;
Appointed rise o'er all.
The heathen temples shake,
The fabled idols quake.
My name shall now be known;
Nor mount into my throne.'
Conspicuous rise to view;
Shall be accomplish'd too.
Let earth his praise resound :
And fill the isles around.
The universal song;
The joyful notes prolong.
Lift up the lonely voice; And let the tenants of the rock
With accent rude rejoice.
0, from the streams of distant lands.
Unto Jehovah sing!
Shout to the Lord the King!
Let all combined with one accord
Jehovah's glories raise,
The nations sound his praise.
A CHRISTMAS CAROL.
The shepherds went their hasty way,
And found the lowly stable-shed
And now they check'd their eager tread,
They told her how a glorious light,
Streaming from a heavenly throng, Around them shone, suspending night!
While sweeter than a mother's song, Bless'd angels heralded the Saviour's birth, Glory to God on high! and peace on earth.
She listen’d to the tale divine,
And closer still the Babe she press'd; And while she cried, the Babe is mine!
The milk rush'd faster to her breast: Joy rose within her, like a summer's morn; Peace, peace on earth! the Prince of Peace is born.