Tow The IMKIII-

Ti te hom. eaner, Now ise BET

Breaks te unre

Hart gan kerez

The hare -

Hark again. etc.

The store, etc.

How soft the music of his tongue!
How sweet the hallow'd strains he sung!
"Good-will henceforth to man be given;"
The light of glory beams on earth;
Let angels tune the harps of heaven,
And saints below rejoice with mirth :
On Bethlehem's plains the shepherds sing,
And Judah's children hail their King!

The grief of Judah.

Hush'd is the voice of Judah's mirth-
And Judah's minstrels too are gone;

The harps that told Messiah's birth,
And hung on heav'ns eternal throne.

Fled is the bright and shining throng
That swell'd on earth the welcome strain,

And lost in air, the choral song

That floated wild on David's plain.

For dark and sad is Bethlehem's fate,
Her valleys gush with human blood;
Despair sits mourning at her gate,

And murder stalks in frantic mood.

At morn, the mother's heart was light,
Her infant bloom'd upon her breast,

At eve,

'twas pale and wither'd quite,

And gone to its eternal rest.

How soft the music of his tongue!
How sweet the hallow'd strains he sung!
"Good-will henceforth to man be given;"
The light of glory beams on earth;
Let angels tune the harps of heaven,
And saints below rejoice with mirth :
On Bethlehem's plains the shepherds sing,
And Judah's children hail their King!

The grief of Judah.

Hush'd is the voice of Judah's mirth-
And Judah's minstrels too are gone ;

The harps that told Messiah's birth,
And hung on heav'ns eternal throne.

Fled is the bright and shining throng
That swell'd on earth the welcome strain,

And lost in air, the choral song

That floated wild on David's plain.

For dark and sad is Bethlehem's fate,
Her valleys gush with human blood;
Despair sits mourning at her gate,

And murder stalks in frantic mood.

At morn, the mother's heart was light,
Her infant bloom'd upon her breast,
At eve, 'twas pale and wither'd quite,
And gone to its eternal rest.

Weep on, ye childless mothers, weep!
Your babes are hush'd in one cold grave!
In Jordan's stream their spirits sleep,
Their blood is mingled with the wave.

Hark, the vesper hymn is stealing.

Hark, the vesper hymn is stealing
O'er the waters, soft and clear-
Nearer yet, and nearer pealing,

Now it bursts upon the ear.

Jubilate

Farther now,

now farther stealing,

Soft it fades upon the ear;

Farther now, etc.

Soft it fades, etc.

Amen.

Now like moonlight waves retreating,

To the shore it dies along,
Now like angry surges meeting,
Breaks the mingled tide of song.

Hark again, like waves retreating,
To the shore it dies along,

Hark again, etc.

To the shore, etc.