His silver trumpets publish loud
The Jubilee of the Lord;
Our debts are all remitted now,
Our heritage restored.
Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.
All nations shall call him blessed.
HAIL to the Lord's Anointed!
Great David's greater son!
Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To let the captive free,
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.
He comes, with succour speedy,
To those who suffer wrong;
To help the poor and needy,
And bid the weak be strong;
To give them songs for sighing,
Their darkness turn to light,
Whose souls, condemn'd and dying,
Were precious in his sight.
By such shall he be feared
While sun and moon endure,
Beloved, obeyed, revered;
For he shall judge the poor, Through changing generations With justice, mercy, truth, While stars maintain their stations Or moons renew their youth.
He shall come down, like showers
Upon the fruitful earth;
And love, joy, hope, like flowers,
Spring in his path to birth:
Before him, on the mountains,
Shall peace, the herald, go,
And righteousness in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.
Arabia's desert-ranger
To him shall bow the knee;
The Ethiopian stranger
His glory come to see;
With offerings of devotion,
Ships from the isles shall meet
pour the wealth of ocean
In tribute at his feet.
Kings shall fall down before him,
And gold and incense bring;
All nations shall adore him,
His praise all people sing;
For he shall have dominion
O'er river, sea, and shore,
Far as the eagle's pinion,
Or dove's light wing can soar.
For him shall prayer unceasing,
And daily vows ascend;
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end:
The mountain dew shall nourish
A seed in weakness sown,
Whose fruit shall spread and flourish,
And shake like Lebanon.
O'er every foe victorious
He on his throne shall rest;
From age to age more glorious,
All-blessing and all-blest ;
The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove;
His name shall stand for ever
That name to us is-Love.
A light to lighten the Gentiles.
WATCHMAN, tell us of the night, What its signs of promise are! Trav❜ller! o'er yon mountain's height, See that glory-beaming star! Watchman, does its beauteous ray Aught of hope or joy foretell? Trav❜ller, yes, it brings the day, Promis'd day of Israel.
Watchman! tell us of the night,
Higher yet that star ascends:
Trav❜ller! blessedness and light,
Peace and truth its course portends !
Watchman! will its beams alone,
Gild the spot that gave them birth ? Trav❜ller, ages are its own,
See! it bursts o'er all the earth.
Watchman! tell us of the night,
For the morning seems to dawn: Trav'ller! darkness takes its flight, Doubt and terror are withdrawn. Watchman, let thy wanderings cease, Hie thee to thy quiet home. Trav'ller! lo! the Prince of Peace, Lo! the Son of God is come!
Glory to God in the highest, and on the earth peace, goodwill towards men.
O LOVELY voices of the sky,
That hymned the Saviour's birth,
Are ye not singing still on high,
Ye that sang 'Peace on earth? '
To us yet speak the strains,
Wherewith in days gone by,
Ye blessed the Syrian swains,
O voices of the sky!
O clear and shining light, whose beams
That hour heaven's glory shed
Around the palms, and o'er the streams,
And on the shepherd's head!
Be near through life and death,
As in that holiest night
Of hope, and joy, and faith,
O clear and shining light!
O star which led to Him, whose love
Brought down man's ransom free!
Where art thou? mid the host above
May we still gaze on thee?
In heaven thou art not set,
Thy rays earth might not dim;
Send them to guide us yet,
O star which led to Him!
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