Thou silver moon, ye host of stars, Through the serene and silent night Sing Him, ye distant worlds and suns, Assist, ye raging storms, and bear From north to south, from east to west, Exert your voice, ye furious fires Ye works of God, that dwell unknown Ye birds, that sing among the groves, Ye stately hills, that rear your heads, Ye insects small, to which one leaf A vast extended world displays, Ye race, still less than these, with which The stagnant water teems, To which one drop, however small, Whate'er ye are, where'er ye dwell, And if ye want or sense or sounds, From all the boundless realms of space Loud send, ye wondrous works of God, The grateful concert round. Philip Skelton. 1784. XXIX. The strain upraise of joy and praise, Alleluia! To the glory of their King Shall the ransomed people sing, Alleluia! And the choirs that dwell on high Alleluia! They through the fields of Paradise who roam, Alleluia! The planets glittering on their heavenly way, Ye clouds that onward sweep, In sweet consent unite your Alleluia! Alleluia' Alleluia! First let the birds, with painted plumage gay, Alleluia! Then let the beasts of earth, with varying strain, This is the strain, the eternal strain, the Lord Almighty loves; Alleluia! This is the song, the heavenly song, that Christ Himself approves ; Alleluia! Wherefore we sing, both heart and voice awaking, Alleluia! Alleluia! And children's voices echo, answer making, Now from all men be outpoured Alleluia to the Lord; With Alleluia evermore The Son and Spirit we adore. Praise be done to the Three in One, Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia ! John Mason Neale. 1851. CHRIST INCARNATE. III. "And in one Lord Jesus Christ, the only-begotten Son of God, begotten of His Father before all worlds, God of God, Light of Light, Very God of Very God, Begotten, not made, being of one Substance with the Father, by Whom all things were made: "Who for us men, and for our salvation, came down from Heaven, and was Incarnate by the Holy Ghost of the Virgin Mary, and was made man.” XXX. "Fam desinant suspiria.” Away with sorrow's sigh, Our prayers are heard on high; And through Heaven's crystal door On this our earthly floor Comes meek-eyed Peace to walk with poor mortality. In dead of night profound, There breaks a seraph sound The Lord of glory born Within a holy grot on this our sullen ground. Now with that shepherd crowd If it might be allowed, We fain would enter there With awful hastening fear, And kiss that cradle chaste in reverend worship bowed. O sight of strange surprise And swaddling bands so rude, A leaning mother poor, and child that helpless lies. Art Thou, O wondrous sight, Of lights the very Light; Who than the glorious heavens art more exceeding bright? 'Tis so; faith darts before, And, through the cloud drawn o'er, She sees the God of all, Where angels prostrate fall, Adoring tremble still, and trembling still adore. No thunders round Thee break ; From that, Thy Teacher's seat, To shun what flesh desires, what flesh abhors to seek. Ꭰ |