 | The Poetic Writings of Thomas Cradock, 1718-1770 |  |
Hymn for Christmas
1
Rejoice, ye servants of the Lord:Be this great name ador'd:
Exalt your voices high:
For lo! He comes; the Godhead comes;
Our nature to His own assumes,
That he for us may die.
2
This blessed day, glad Earth receivesThe Prince of Peace: a Virgin gives
The Savior to the light:
Angelic hosts the wonder sing;
The Shepherds haste to hail their King,
And bless the awful sight.
3
And see, the Magi from afar,Directed by a radiant star,
To where their Maker lay;
Offer, with mingled joy and fear,
Their gold, frankincense, and their myrrh,
And adoration pay.
4
And shall not we, with equal fear,With equal warmth and joy revere,
His great and glorious name!
And shall not we in loftiest hymns,
With Seraphs and Cherubims,
The Saviour God proclaim!
| The Poetic Writings of Thomas Cradock, 1718-1770 | |