1 The sinful earth was sunk in woe:
No arm was found of power to save;
The Son of God appeared below,
To conquer death and spoil the grave.
His mother was a lowly maid
Of David’s lineage, undefiled;
Her infant on her breast she laid,
To sight a meek and helpless child.
2 An angel bade the shepherds bless
That holy Child to mortals given;
And o’er Him lingered motionless
A star that lit the nightly heaven.
Lo, with that angel heaven’s highest
Sang choral chant in bright array;
Lo, by that star the Holy Ghost
Brought eastern sages where He lay.
3 The words of truth His goodness tell;
For us He lived, He died, He broke
The chains of sin, the gates of hell,
And bade us wear His easy yoke.
Then make we not of none effect
His love in Heaven, His woes on earth,
But hail today with His elect
The joyful tidings of His birth.
Hull, William Winstanley, M.A., son of John Hull, M.D., an eminent physician in Manchester, was born at Blackburn, March 15, 1794, and educated at Macclesfield and Brazenose, Oxford, where he took a first-class Lit. Hum. in 1814, and subsequently became a Fellow. At Oxford he made life-long friendships with some, and acquaintance with most of the foremost men of his time, including Arnold, Keble, Whately, Milman, Bickards, Card. Newman, Stanley, and others. He entered Lincoln's Inn and was called to the Chancery Bar. He took a prominent part in London and at Oxford in the religious movements of the day. On retiring from the Bar he resided first at Tickwood Hall, Much Wenlock, and then at Knowle, Hazelwood, Derby. He died Aug. 28, 1873. He p… Go to person page >