3 Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace! Hail the Sun of Righteousness; Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings. Let us, then, with angels sing, "Glory to the new-born King! Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled." C. Wesley, 1759 102 Herald Angels. 7s D. _Glory to God._ (204) Angels rejoiced and sweetly sung At our Redeemer's birth; Mortals! awake: let every tongue Proclaim his matchless worth. 2 Glory to God, who dwells on high, And sent his only Son To take a servant's form, and die, For evils we had done! 3 Good-will to men; ye fallen race! Arise, and shout for joy; He comes, with rich abounding grace To save and not destroy. 4 Lord! send the gracious tidings forth, And fill the world with light, That Jew and Gentile, through the earth, May know thy saving might. William Hurn, 1813. 1O3 Salvation Morning, 7s & 6s. _God's Salvation Morning._ What means this glorious radiance Across Judea's plain? Those white-winged angels singing In such exultant strain? Cho.--The King of glory cometh, Earth's broken hearts to bind, And God's salvation morning Hath dawned for all mankind. 2 What means this wondrous story The holy angels tell? Of one who reigned in heaven, And now on earth would dwell? 3 Why bend these Eastern sages To one of lowly birth? What means this heav'nly message Of love and peace on earth? 4 Ye wand'rers in earth's darkness, On ocean deep and land, Hail! hail! the joyful tidings, The morning is at hand. M. E. Servoss. 104 Invitation. C.M. _The Forgiving One._ (232) What grace, O Lord! and beauty shone Around thy steps below! What patient love was seen in all Thy life and death of woe! 2 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, Thy friends unfaithful prove; Unwearied in forgiveness still, Thy heart could only love. 3 Oh, give us hearts to love like thee; Like thee, O Lord! to grieve Far more for others' sins, than all The wrongs that we receive. 4 One with thyself, may every eye, In us, thy brethren, see That gentleness and grace that springs From union, Lord, with thee. Edward Denny, 1839. 105 Invitation. C.M. _The True Test._ We may not climb the heavenly steeps To bring the Lord Christ down; In vain we search the lowest deeps, For him no depths can drown. 2 But warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is he; And faith has yet its Olivet, And love its Galilee. 3 The healing of the seamless dress Is by our beds of pain; We touch him in life's throng and press, And we are whole again. 4 Through him the first fond prayers are said Our lips of childhood frame; The last low whispers of our dead Are burdened with his name. 5 O Lord and Master of us all, Whate'er our name or sign, We own thy sway, we hear thy call, We test our lives by thine! J. G. Whittier. 106 Invitation. C.M. _Childhood of Jesus._ (228)