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C. M.
The day-spring from on high.
Calm on the listening ear of night,
Come heaven’s melodious strains,
Where wild Judea stretches far
Her silver-mantled plains.
2 Celestial choirs, from courts above,
Shed sacred glories there,
And angels, with their sparkling lyres,
Make music on the air.
3 The answering hills of Palestine
Send back the glad reply;
And greet, from all their holy hights,
The day-spring from on high.
4 O’er the blue depths of Galilee
There comes a holier calm,
And Sharon waves, in solemn praise,
Her silent groves of palm.
5 “Glory to God!” the sounding skies
Loud with their anthems ring—
“Peace to the earth, good will to men,
From heaven’s eternal King.”
6 Light on thy hill, Jerusalem!
The Saviour now is born!
And bright on Bethlehem’s joyous plains
Breaks the first Advent morn.
Sears.