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ITALIAN HYMN. 6s & 4s.
1. Come, thou al - might-y King, Help us Thy name
to sing, Help us to praise ! dd.
Father all glorious, O'er all vic-to - rious, Come and reign o- ver us, Ancient of days.
heavenly King, The God of truth and grace. Join we then with sweet ac-cord, All in
one thanksgiv-ing join! Ho - ly, ho- ly, ho - ly Lord, E - ter - nal praise be Thine!
HERALD ANGELS. 7s.
Arranged from Dk. ARNOLD.
1. Hark! the her-ald an-gels sing, Hark! the her-ald angels sing, “Glo-ry
new-born King; Peace on earth, and mer-cy mild,-God and sinners re - con- ciled.
4. Hail! the heaven-born Prince of peace!
Hail! the Sun of righteousness!
5. Let us then with angels sing:
"Glory to the new-born King; Peace on earth, and mercy mild; God and sinners reconciled."
201. 88 & 7s.
1. O Thou holy God! come down,
God of spotless purity!
Consecrato my heart to Thee;
Songs in the night season give;
Let me die to Thee, and live.
Set me from the body free;
My unfettered soul to Thee;
Fill me with a sweet surpriso;
Let me in Thy image rise.
1. SHEPHERDS! hail the wondrous stranger;
Now to Bethle'm speed your way; Lol in yonder humble manger,
Christ, the Lord, is born to-day:
2. Christ, by prophets long-predicted,
Joy of Israel's chosen race; Light to Gentiles long-afflicted,
Lost in error's darkest maze.
1. While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night, All seat-ed
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an-gel of the Lord came down, And glo-ry shone around, And glory shone a-round.
206. C. M. 2. "Fear not," said he—for mighty dread
Had seized their troubled mind"Glad tidings of great joy I bring,
To you and all mankind.
Is born of David's line,
And this shall be the sign: 4. “The heavenly babe you there shall find,
To human view displayed,
And in a manger laid."
Appeared a shining throng
Addressed their joyful song: 6. “All glory bo to God on high,
And to the earth be peace;
3. Then shone almighty power and love,
In all their glorious forms,
To dwell with sinful worms.
The Saviour left the skies,
That worthless man might rise. 5. Adoring angels tuned their songs,
To hail the joyful day;
208. C. M.
At our Redeemer's birth;
Proclaim His matchless worth.
And sent His only Son
For evils we had done!
Arise, and shout for joy;
To save, and not destroy.
And fill the world with light,
207. C. M.
To our incarnate Lord!
Adore th' eternal Word. 2. That awful Word, that sovereign Power,
By whom the worlds were made-
Was once in flesh arrayed.