Rejoice in God alway, With Powers rejoice on high, Who now with glad array Are gathering in the sky, His cradle to attend, And there all lowly bend. But half so low as He hath bowed Did never highest Angel stoop from brightest cloud. Rejoice in God alway, All creatures, bird and beast, Rejoice, again I say, His mightiest and His least; From ox and ass that wait Here on His poor estate To the four living Powers, decreed A thousand ways at once His awful car to speed. Rejoice in God alway: With Saints in Paradise Your midnight service say, Even they in their calm bowers Too tardy find the hours Till He reveal the wondrous Birth: How must we look and long, chained here to sin and earth! Ye babes, to JESUS dear, Ye whom He bade draw near, O'er whom He loved to pray, Wake and lift up the head Each in his quiet bed. Listen: His voice the night-wind brings: He in your cradles lies, He in our carols sings. 3. CHRISTMAS DAY. (While waiting on an Infant at home.) "Behold, I and the children which God hath given me." THOU, who didst choose thine awful room The bridal chamber, where our God The Godhead with our fallen kind : Now while the o'erarching clouds among Echoes the Angels' matin song, While, heart and hand, In every land The Saints their sacrifice prepare The Cradle to adore of Heaven's dread Heir, Behold where in the silent shade Thy slumbering little ones till matin prime are laid. Soon will a thousand bells ring out, A thousand roofs the choral shout Prolong, where Kings with Shepherds meet Thou smil'st in sleep : Who knows how deep The dream of joy that smile denotes ? Mild as the summer lightning, see, it floats, As if, the new-born Spirit o'er, Came voices low from where departed babes adore. Such is thy silent Liturgy, But what is ours who wait on thee? Who in like slumber veil'd His power : Howe'er thy mother's dreaming heart In years to come ;— All with that offering would we blend, Which saints on earth to Angel hands commend To bear on high, this favoured day, And on the sovereign Babe's unquenched altar lay. Mysterious are these smiles of thine; Unveiled and clear, Thou shalt behold Him as He died, Thine eye shall gaze upon the Crucified : In mercy may He meet thy gaze, And all the joy fulfil of all His bright glad days! |