|Text:||At The Birth Of Christ Our King|
|Composer:||Marcus Morris Wells|
1 At the birth of Christ our king,
Angels made the heavens ring,
Singing with a solemn joy,
Glory to the Lord on high.
2 In angelic heights of bliss,
They His majesty confess;
Ravished with so grand a scene,
They renew their songs to Him.
3 Glory in the highest height,
Blazing with majestic light,
Shine in David’s root and rod,
The incarnate Son of God.
4 Nature in its brightest glow,
Never can such glory show;
Here alone, the great Three-One,
Put Their brightest glories on.
5 O the wonders of God’s ways,
Here I AM, Himself displays;
And in spite of hell and sin,
Here His honors He’ll maintain.
6 Sinners here by faith may view,
What Omnipotence can do;
And in measures sweetly trace,
The rich treasures of this grace.
7 Come, ye mourning souls, rejoice,
Look, and with a cheerful voice,
Sing the honors of your God,
Blazing in th’incarnate word.
8 Soon the whole elect shall know
All the glory God can show;
And in bliss immortal sing,
Hallelujahs to their king.
|First Line:||At the birth of Christ our king|
|Title:||At The Birth Of Christ Our King|
|Source:||The Nazarene's Songs (Manchester, England, 1814)|
|Notes:||Alternate tunes: ESSEX by Thomas Clark (1775-1859) (repeats last line); ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR by George J. Elvey, 1858|
|Composer:||Marcus Morris Wells (1858)|
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