Angels, on the night winds Have their carols thrown,-- Theirs, the music rapturous, sweet, Theirs, the songs the Monarch greet, Theirs, and theirs, alone. IV Ah, the silent night hours, Ah, the slumberers, prone,-- Mortals wake, arise, adore, Angels, shepherds, honours pour, They, and they, alone. V Jesu, King Immortal, Mount thy rightful throne; Loyal hearts their plaudits pour, Heavenly choirs in songs adore, They, not they alone. {Augoustou monarchêsantos epi tês gês,} {hê polyarchia tôn anthrôpôn epausato.} _By Cassia the Recluse._ Menaeon Dec. 25. I When o'er the world Augustus reigned, The rule of kingships felt decay; And when our Lord appeared as Man, The idol shrines were swept away. II One earthly power the people knew, One world-embracing rule obeyed; Then Gentiles to the Godhead knelt, And undivided homage paid. III And when the monarch's will was known, A census of the tribes was told; Then, in the name of Christ their God, His faithful subjects were enrolled. IV For great Thy mercy is to us, O God, our King, Whose rule we own, And we will render while we live, One glory to Thy name alone. {nyn panta peplêrôtai phôtos.} I O Light, resplendent of the morn On golden pinions upwards borne, That usherest in the day; We rise responsive to the call, As night removes her dusky pall, And speeds her flight away. II O Light, that, from the Father's face, Shone on our world with winning grace, When darker night prevailed; We rise to greet Thine Advent bright, All hail! majestic in Thy might, When darkness is assailed. III O let my soul Thy rising see; From every cloud my vision free, And on my pathway shine; Then shall my course, in safety trod, Lead ever nearer to my God, The source of light divine. IV O Jesus, Morn of better day, Thou Light of lights, Whose gladsome ray Gives light, and life, and cheer; Light to my soul, and life impart, And fill with joy my inmost heart, And scatter night and fear. PASSIONTIDE I