Simeon and Anna both conspire, the Infant Saviour to proclaim; Inward they felt the sacred fire, and blest the Babe and own’d his Name. Let Jews and Greeks blaspheme aloud, and treat the holy Child with scorn; Our souls adore the Eternal God, who condescended to be born. 35. Come, behold the Virgin mother fondly leaning o’er her Child; Nature shows not such another, glorious, meek, and mild! ’Tis the Saviour! Heaven upon his birth-day smil’d. Bethlehem’s ancient walls enclose Him, dwelling-place of David once; Now no friendly homestead knows Him, tho’ the noblest of his sons: See the Saviour, shelt’ring ’mid the scatt’red stones! Royal Bethlehem, how deserted, all its pomp and splendour lost! Is a stable, vile and dirtied, all the welcome you can boast? Must the Saviour thus be spurn’d by every host? 36. Hark! what mean those holy voices, sweetly sounding thro’ the skies? Lo! the angelic host rejoices; heavenly hallelujahs rise. Listen to the wondrous story, which they chant in hymns of joy! “Glory, in the highest, glory! Glory to God most high! “Peace on earth, good-will from heaven,” reaching far as man is found; Souls redeemed and sins forgiven, loud our golden harps shall sound. Christ is born, the great Anointed, heaven and earth his praises sing: O receive whom God appointed for your Prophet, Priest, and King! Hasten, mortals, to adore Him! learn his name and taste his joy: Till in heaven ye sing before Him, Glory be to God most high! 37. Give thanks to God our King, and make a joyful noise; Let every tongue his praises sing, and every heart rejoice. CHORUS: Let the trumpet’s joyful sound Tell the listening world around, A ransom for lost man is found. The love that fill’d his breast, and brought Him from the skies, Doth heavenly blessings now impart unto his enemies. For such amazing love let mortals tune their lays, And sing with all the hosts above, the Saviour’s worthy praise. Cho: Let the trumpet, &c. 38. Little children, can you say—Why you’re glad on Christmas-day? Little children, can you tell—Why you hear the sweet church-bell? Can you tell us who was born— Early on the Christmas morn? I hope you will at once reply, Yes, we are glad, and we know why: The day is joyful upon earth, in honour of a Saviour’s birth. Angels came from heaven to say, That Christ was born on Christmas day.