70. CHRISTMAS.This is the day of all earth's days the best;—This is the bright, and wondrous, glorious morn,On which the Son of God from heav'n was born,First offer'd to his mother's vision blest.Think not the harps of angel-hosts could rest,Louder than warring notes of trump and horn;The universe was glad at that day's dawn,For Mercy beam'd on sinners lost, unblest.Christ dwelt as man upon this globe he built,And, having taught the world Truth pure and bright,Died as a sacrifice for man's great guilt,But rose again to fill all heav'n with light!We hail the glad return of this glad day;Sing, O ye heav'ns; in joy sing on for aye!
70. CHRISTMAS.
This is the day of all earth's days the best;—This is the bright, and wondrous, glorious morn,On which the Son of God from heav'n was born,First offer'd to his mother's vision blest.Think not the harps of angel-hosts could rest,Louder than warring notes of trump and horn;The universe was glad at that day's dawn,For Mercy beam'd on sinners lost, unblest.Christ dwelt as man upon this globe he built,And, having taught the world Truth pure and bright,Died as a sacrifice for man's great guilt,But rose again to fill all heav'n with light!We hail the glad return of this glad day;Sing, O ye heav'ns; in joy sing on for aye!
This is the day of all earth's days the best;—
This is the bright, and wondrous, glorious morn,
On which the Son of God from heav'n was born,
First offer'd to his mother's vision blest.
Think not the harps of angel-hosts could rest,
Louder than warring notes of trump and horn;
The universe was glad at that day's dawn,
For Mercy beam'd on sinners lost, unblest.
Christ dwelt as man upon this globe he built,
And, having taught the world Truth pure and bright,
Died as a sacrifice for man's great guilt,
But rose again to fill all heav'n with light!
We hail the glad return of this glad day;
Sing, O ye heav'ns; in joy sing on for aye!