Latin, 17th cent.; E. Caswall, tr., 1848. 160 8, 7, 8, 7 Hark! what mean those holy voices Sweetly sounding through the skies? Lo! th’ angelic host rejoices, Heavenly hallelujahs rise. 2. Listen to the wondrous story Which they chant in hymns of joy, Glory in the highest, glory! Glory be to God most high! 3. Peace on earth, good will from heaven, Reaching far as man is found; Souls redeemed and sins forgiven! Loud our golden harps shall sound. 4. Christ is born, the great Anointed; Heaven and earth, His praises sing! O receive whom God appointed For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 5. 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! 6. Let us learn the wondrous story Of our great Redeemer’s birth; Spread the brightness of His glory Till it cover all the earth. J. Cawood, 1819. 161 L. M. (with Hall.) Immanuel, we sing Thy praise, Thou Prince of Life and Fount of grace, Thou Flower of heaven and Star of morn, Thou Lord of lords, Thou Virgin-born. Hallelujah! 2. With all Thy saints to Thee we sing, Praise, honor, thanks to Thee we bring, That Thou, O long-expected Guest, Hast come at last to make us blest! Hallelujah! 3. For Thee, since first the world was made, So many hearts have watched and prayed; The patriarchs’ and prophets’ throng For Thee have hoped and waited long. Hallelujah! 4. Above all others longed for Thee Thy people’s king and shepherd, he With whom Thou, Lord, so well wert pleased When with his harp Thy name he praised. Hallelujah! 5. Oh, that the Savior soon would come To break our bonds and lead us home! Oh, that He might salvation bring! Then Jacob would rejoice and sing. Hallelujah! 6. Now Thou art here, Thou Ever-blest! In lowly manger Thou dost rest; Great things Thou makest, yet art small; Naked Thyself, who clothest all. Hallelujah! 7. All heavens are Thine, yet Thou dost come To sojourn in a stranger’s home; A mother’s milk dost not despise, Who art the Joy of angels’ eyes. Hallelujah! 8. Thou hast set bounds to earth and sea, Yet swaddling-bands encircle Thee; Thou’rt God—a bed of straw Thou hast; Thou’rt man—yet art the First and Last. Hallelujah! 9. From Thee above all gladness flows, Yet Thou must bear such bitter woes; The Gentiles’ Light and Hope Thou art, Yet findest none to soothe Thy heart. Hallelujah!