Text: | Hark! upon the morning breezes |
Translator: | John Brownlie |
I
Hark! upon the morning breezes,
In the darkness, ere the waking,
Music sweet the senses pleases,
Soft upon the stillness breaking;—
“Glory, Glory!” this the singing,
Welcome to Immanuel bringing.
II
Shepherds at their watch beholding
Angels clad in glistening whiteness,
Heard the wondrous news unfolding
’Mid that dazzling scene of brightness;—
“Glory, Glory!” peace, and kindness,
Light is breaking on our blindness.
III
Glorious morn! The sun uprising,
Shone upon a world rejoicing;
God is with us, truth surprising;
List to song the message voicing,—
“Glory, Glory!” ages told it,
Heavenly voices now unfold it.
IV
God adored, our nature wearing!
Ah, such condescending meekness!
Stooping to a world despairing,
Full of pity for our weakness;—
“Glory, Glory!” praises swelling,
God hath made with man His dwelling.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Hark! upon the morning breezes |
Title: | Hark! upon the morning breezes |
Greek Title: | Δόξα ἐν ὑψίστοις Θεῷ. |
Translator: | John Brownlie (1911) |
Meter: | 8,8,8,8,8,8 Trochaic |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1911 |