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Glory to God, and peace to men,"
The heavenly choir did sing;
Let earth repeat the sound again,
And hail the new-born King.

This is the day our Lord did choose
To visit mortal man;

And from the bands of sin to loose
All those that trust in him.

Lord Jesus, let thy kingdom spread
Through all the earth below;
Let every land thy wonders read,
And thy salvation know.

Hosanna! let all the earth and heaven

Salute the happy morn;

To-day the promis'd child is given,

And God himself is born.

MORTALS, AWAKE, WITH ANGELS
JOIN.

[ALTHOUGH this Carol is included in most of the broadside sheets of the present day, still it is doubtful if it was composed later than the time of Watt or Wesley.]

ORTALS, awake, with angels join,

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And chant the solemn lay;

Joy, love, and gratitude, combine
To hail th' auspicious day.

In heaven the rapturous song began,
And sweet seraphic fire

Thro' all the shining legions ran,

And strung and tun'd the lyre.

Swift thro' the vast expanse it flew,
And loud the echo roll'd;

The theme, the song, the joy was new,

'Twas more than heaven could hold.

Down thro' the portals of the sky
Th' impetuous torrent ran ;
And angels flew with eager joy
To bear the news to man.

[Wrapt in the silence of the night
Lay all the Eastern world,

When bursting, glorious, heavenly light
The wondrous scene unfurl❜d.]

Hark! the cherubic armies shout,
And glory leads the song;

Good-will and peace are heard throughout
Th' harmonious heavenly throng.

O for a glance of heavenly love
Our hearts and songs to raise,
Sweetly to bear our souls above,
And mingle with their lays!

With joy the chorus we'll repeat,

"Glory to God on high!

Good-will and peace are now complete ;

Jesus was born to die."

Hail, Prince of Life! for ever hail!

Redeemer, brother, friend!

Tho' earth, and time, and life should fail Thy praise shall never end.

A NEW CHRISTMAS CAROL.

[SUCH is the title of a pleasing little hymn which occurs on a sheet printed at the beginning of the present century. It does not appear to have been gathered into any previous collection.]

T is the day, the Holy day,

On which our Lord was born,

And sweetly doth the sunbeams gild

The dew besprinkled thorn.

The birds sing thro' the heavens,

And the breezes gently play,

And song and sunshine lovely,
Begins this Holy day.

'Twas in a humble manger,
A little lowly shed,

With cattle at his infant feet,

And shepherds at his head,