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Hail, the heaven-born Prince of peace!
Hail, the Sun of righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,
Risen with healing in His wings.
Mild He lays His glory by,
Born that man no more may die,
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Hark! the herald-angels sing

Glory to the new-born King.

ὁ Δικαιοσύνης Ἥλιος ἡμῖν,
ἅμα δ' Εἰρήνης Βασιλεύς, χαίροι.
φῶς καὶ ζωὴν ξυμπᾶσι φέρει,
πτερύγεσσι φανεὶς παυσιπόνοισιν.
δόξαν ἑαυτοῦ προλιπών, γέγονεν
θνητός, θνητούς θανάτου λύσων
Γῆς δ ̓ ἵνα παῖδες πάλιν ὀρθῶνται,
θείας φύσεως μετέχοντες.

κλύετ'· ἀγγελικοὶ κελαδοῦσι χοροὶ
κοίρανον ὕμνοις νεογέννητον.

St. II. vv. 7, 8, vel,

μετέχων δὲ βροτοῖς σαρκὸς Ἰησοῦς
τοὔνομ ̓ ἔχει ' Θεός ἐστι μεθ ̓ ἡμῶν.

DEAN ALFORD.

Hymns Ancient and Modern.-No. 222.

EN thousand times ten thousand,

TEN

In sparkling raiment bright,

The armies of the ransomed Saints

Throng up the steeps of light:

'Tis finished! all is finished,

Their fight with death and sin; Fling open wide the golden gates, And let the victors in.

What rush of Alleluias

Fills all the earth and sky!
What ringing of a thousand harps
Bespeaks the triumph nigh!
O day, for which creation

And all its tribes were made!
O joy, for all its former woes
A thousand-fold repaid!

O, then, what raptured greetings
On Canaan's happy shore,

What knitting severed friendships up,
Where partings are no more!

(ANAPAESTIC. DIM.)

Ἰδέ, μυριάκις μύριοι, ἁγνῶν

πᾶς στρατός, ἐσθῆτ ̓ ἀργήεσσαν περιβαλλόμενοι, φωτὸς κορυφὰς ὑψηλοτάτας ἀναβαίνουσιν.

τετέλεσται ἀγών, πᾶς τετέλεσται, πρὸς ἀσέλγειαν, καὶ πρὸς θάνατον. χρυσῶν δὲ πυλῶν λύσατε μοχλούς· τοῖς νικῶσιν δ ̓ εἴσοδος ἔστω.

ποία δ ̓ ἔῤῥηξ ἀλαλαζόντων φωνὴ πιμπλᾶσ ̓ αἰθέρα καὶ γῆν, ἀναριθμήτων τ ̓ ἰαχὴ κιθαρῶν,

τέκμαρ νίκης ὡς ἐπιούσης !

ὦ φῶς, κτίσεως ἐλπίσι τερπνόν,

καὶ πᾶσι βροτοῖς τέλος ἥδιστον !

ὦ χάρμα, πόνων λήθην παρέχον μισθόν τ ̓ ἄπλετον τῶν πρὶν ὀδυρμῶν!

ὡς δ ̓ ἀλλήλους λαμπροῖς κελάδοις ἐν γῇ μακάρων ἀσπάζονται· ξύνοδος δ ̓ ἔσθ ̓ ὡς ἡδεῖα φίλων, ἣν οὐ λύσει μοῖρ ̓, οὐ θάνατος!

Then eyes with joy shall sparkle
That brimmed with tears of late;
Orphans no longer fatherless,

Nor widows desolate.

Bring near Thy great salvation,
Thou LAMB for sinners slain,

Fill up the roll of Thine elect,
Then take Thy power and reign:
Appear, Desire of nations,

Thine exiles long for home;

Shew in the heavens Thy promised sign; Thou Prince and Saviour, come.

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