2 Joyful, all ye nations, rise; Join the triumphs of the skies; With th’ angelic host proclaim, “Christ is born in Bethlehem.” 3 See, he lays his glory by; Born that man no more may die; Born to raise the sons of earth; Born to give them second birth. 4 Vailed in flesh the Godhead see! Hail, th’ incarnate Deity! Pleased as man with man to dwell, Jesus, our Immanuel! 5 Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace! Hail, the Son of Righteousness! Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings. 6 Let us then with angels sing, “Glory to the new-born King! Peace on earth, and mercy mild; God and sinners reconciled!” 127 7s. The wonderful. Bright and joyful was the morn When to us a child was born; From the highest realms of heaven Unto us a Son was given. 2 On his shoulder he shall bear Power and majesty—and wear On his vesture and his thigh Names most awful—names most high. 3 Wonderful in counsel he, Christ th’ incarnate Deity; Sire of ages ne’er to cease, King of kings, and Prince of Peace. 4 Come and worship at his feet, Yield to him the homage meet; From his manger to his throne, Homage due to God alone. 128 7s. Watchman, what of the night? Isaiah 21:11. Watchman, tell us of the night, What its signs of promise are. Traveler, o’er yon mountain’s hights See that glory-beaming star! 2 Watchman, does its beauteous ray Aught of joy or hope foretell? Traveler, yes: it brings the day, Promised day of Israel. 3 Watchman, tell us of the night; Higher yet that star ascends. Traveler, blessedness and light, Peace and truth, its course portends. 4 Watchman, will its beams alone Gild the spot that gave them birth? Traveler, ages are its own: See! it bursts o’er all the earth! 5 Watchman, tell us of the night, For the morning seems to dawn. Traveler, darkness takes its flight, Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 6 Watchman, let thy wandering cease; Hie thee to thy quiet home. Traveler, lo! the Prince of Peace, Lo! the Son of God is come! 129 7s. A Bethlehem hymn. He has come! the Christ of God; Left for us his glad abode; Stooping from his throne of bliss, To this darksome wilderness. 2 He has come—the Prince of Peace— Come to bid our sorrows cease; Come to scatter, with his light, All the shadows of our night. 3 He, the mighty King, has come! Making the poor earth his home Come to bear sin’s heavy load; Son of David, Son of God. 4 He has come, whose name of grace Speaks deliverance to our race; Left for us his glad abode; Son of Mary, Son of God!