He saw the sad state which poor mortals were in, He left his high honours, and died for their sin; On the cross were extended his hands and his feet, For sweet-smelling savour and offering complete. Glory to Thee, &c. He arose from the dead, and ascended on high, And clothed with glory, his Father sits by; The dear cause of his people incessant he pleads, And every believer to Paradise leads. Glory to Thee, &c. 18. Thou Child Divine, Emmanuel, O welcome in thy humble manger! With heartfelt joy thy birth we hail, And greet with songs the heavenly Stranger. Our doubts, and fears, and sadness, Are turn’d to joy and gladness: Good-will to man, and peace on earth, Are now declared by our Saviour’s birth. Thou Child Divine, Emmanuel, O welcome in thy humble manger! With heartfelt joy thy birth we hail, And greet with songs the heavenly Stranger. 19. Behold, the grace appears, The promise is fulfilled: Mary, the wondrous Virgin, bears, And Jesus is the Child. To bring the glorious news, A heavenly form appears; He tells the shepherds of their joys, And banishes their fears. “Go, humble swains,” said he, “To David’s city fly; “The promis’d Infant born to-day “Doth in a manger lie. “With looks and hearts serene, “Go visit Christ your King;” And straight a flaming troop was seen, The shepherds heard them sing— “Glory to God on high, “And heavenly peace on earth! “Good-will to men, to angels joy, “At their Redeemer’s birth!” 20. Angelic hosts, who dwell above, And taste the streams of sacred love, Descend and teach mankind to sing The honours of our new-born King. ’Tis done: behold the opening skies, A band celestial meets our eyes; Hark, hark! their well-tun’d harps of gold, The wondrous tale of love unfold. “Good-will to men, from God on high; “Good-will the lawns and groves reply; “Peace on earth, the Saviour reigns,” Peace re-echoes through the plains. In flesh behold the mighty God, Who rules creation with a nod! In Bethlehem, lo! Emmanuel’s born; Hail, heaven and earth, the joyful morn! 21. Give ear, O earth, while angels sing, Good news to sinful men they bring; And while angelic hosts rejoice, Sure gratitude should tune our voice. CHORUS: Rejoice, happy mortals, cast sorrow away, Glad tidings salute your ears; Break forth into singing and join the sweet lay, The promised Redeemer is born to-day, The glory of Israel appears. The God of peace, the God of love, Has left his shining realms above, And to this lower world came down, To purchase us a heavenly crown. Rejoice, &c.