1562. O daughter, take good heed, Instead of parents left, O Queen, the chance so stands, Thou shalt have sons whom thou may'st set Wherefore Thy holy name All ages shall record; The people shall give thanks to Thee For evermore, O Lord. JOHN HOPKINS (Old Version). EVENING. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid! Star of the east, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid! Cold on His cradle the dewdrops are shining, Say, shall we yield Him in costly devotion Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gifts would His favour secure ; Richer by far is the heart's adoration; Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid! Star of the east, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid! 1811. REGINALD HEBER, FIRST SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. 1781. MORNING. The race that long in darkness sat The people dwell in day, who dwelt To hail Thy rise, Thou better Sun, For Thou their burden dost remove, For unto us a child is born, And on His shoulder ever rests All power in earth and heaven. His name shall be the Prince of Peace, The Wonderful, the Counsellor, His power increasing still shall spread, JOHN MORISON (Scottish Paraphrases), altered. 1689. 1837. EVENING. Divine crescebas Puer.' In stature grows the heavenly child A Lamb unblemished, meek and mild, The Son of God His glory hides And He who made the heavens abides Those mighty hands that stay the sky No earthly toil refuse, And He who set the stars on high He whom the choirs of angels praise, His earthly parents now obeys For this Thy lowliness revealed, And praise to God the Father yield JEAN BAPTISTE DE SANTEUIL. tr. by JOHN CHANDLER, SECOND SUNDAY AFTER THE EPIPHANY. 1739. MORNING. Sons of men, behold from far, Jacob's Star, that gilds the night, Guides bewildered nature right. Fear not hence that there should flow Wars or pestilence below: Wars it bids and tumults cease, Mild it shines on all beneath, Nations all, far off and near, Haste to see your God appear! There behold the dayspring rise, Sing, ye morning stars, again! CHARLES WESLEY. D |