One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow] |
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CHRISTMAS WAITS. |
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CHRISTMAS WAITS.
“We bring you good tidings.”
First Part.
God's great love to man forlorn,
In a winter night was born;
Angels tell the glorious tale,
Let not, earth, thy welcome fail.
“All hail,” and “all hail.”
In a winter night was born;
Angels tell the glorious tale,
Let not, earth, thy welcome fail.
“All hail,” and “all hail.”
Little child, how sunk Thy lot!
Thy great might Thou hast forgot;
Guider of all stars that shone,
Sleep, Thy glory is clean gone.
Sleep on, and sleep on.
Thy great might Thou hast forgot;
Guider of all stars that shone,
Sleep, Thy glory is clean gone.
Sleep on, and sleep on.
Wake, you friends and neighbours, wake,
And thank God for this Child's sake;
Sing, my heart, the anthem swell,
Since that blessèd birth befell,
All's well, and all's well.
And thank God for this Child's sake;
Sing, my heart, the anthem swell,
Since that blessèd birth befell,
All's well, and all's well.
Now is won the gift that we
Lost beneath the apple-tree,
Now is won the heavenly shore,
Where light wanes, and life gives o'er
No more, and no more.
Lost beneath the apple-tree,
Now is won the heavenly shore,
Where light wanes, and life gives o'er
No more, and no more.
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Second Part.
God's great love to creatures vile
Was not welcomed long, erewhile,
Soon they sent Him home, and He
Through the gates of death did flee.
Ah me, and ah me!
Was not welcomed long, erewhile,
Soon they sent Him home, and He
Through the gates of death did flee.
Ah me, and ah me!
But, in love He came and went,
For His kindness was not spent,
Now His merits aye prevail
Where no more the welcomes fail.
“All hail,” and “all hail!”
For His kindness was not spent,
Now His merits aye prevail
Where no more the welcomes fail.
“All hail,” and “all hail!”
He went up to His own place,
We, ere long, shall see His face,
Forty—thirty—twenty—ten
Years, or days, Christ Jesus then.
Amen, and amen.
We, ere long, shall see His face,
Forty—thirty—twenty—ten
Years, or days, Christ Jesus then.
Amen, and amen.
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