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There is no darkness where Thou art

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: There is no darkness where Thou art, O Jesus Christ, Thou Light serene; Clouds fold their curtains and depart, And darkness melts where Thou art seen. Fair Morning Star! more glorious Sun! Thou Light of lights, Thy beams display, Till darkness owns the victory won, And night is lost in endless day. Where slumbering souls in bondage lie, Because the night hath hemmed them in, Descend, as morning from the sky, And wake them from their sleep of sin. 29 Where sorrow dims the downcast eye, And luring hope is lost to view, With light the tear-drops beautify, As sunlight on the morning dew. O Jesus Christ, Thy light is life; Shine on our souls and life revive, That they may stand before the strife, And conquer as the strong who strive. O Jesus Christ, Thy light is joy; Restore our souls from sorrow's blight, And win them to the glad employ Of those who praise both day and night.

O Lord of light, Thy beams display

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: O Lord of light, Thy beams display, And waken joy in every heart; Bring to our souls the light of day, And bid our brooding night depart. In Thy fair realm there is no gloom, The radiant day is never done; They need no candle to illume, Nor wait the rising of the sun. No morning ushers in the day, Nor evening marks its slow decline; There Thou art Sun, and shinest aye, And all the light and joy are Thine. 35 Eternal Light, Eternal Day, No eve obscures, no darkness hides; But clear the noon-tide shines alway, For there Thy presence aye abides. Come at this hour, O Light Divine, As daylight fades, and night is nigh; And in our souls with radiance shine, As Thou art wont in realms on high.

God of all grace, Thy mercy send

Meter: 8.8.8.4 Appears in 10 hymnals Lyrics: God of all grace, Thy mercy send; Let Thy protecting arm defend; Save us, and keep us to the end: Have mercy, Lord. And through the coming hours of night, Fill us, we pray, with holy light; Keep us all sinless in Thy sight: Grant this, O Lord. May some bright messenger abide For ever by Thy servants' side, A faithful guardian and our guide: Grant this, O Lord. 37 From every sin in mercy free, Let heart and conscience stainless be, That we may live henceforth for Thee: Grant this, O Lord. We would not be by care opprest, But in Thy love and wisdom rest-- Give what Thou seest to be best: Grant this, O Lord. While we of every sin repent, Let our remaining years be spent In holiness and sweet content: Grant this, O Lord. And when the end of life is near, May we, unshamed and void of fear, Wait for the Judgment to appear: Grant this, O Lord.

Rosy dawn, with locks of gold

Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.7 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Rosy dawn, with locks of gold, Looks upon the world awaking; For the day by prophets told, Lo, in beauty now is breaking, And the Christ is come to earth: Hail, all hail His wondrous birth. Minstrels from the realms of light, Bend to earth to sing His praises, For, from depth to highest height, God our fallen race upraises; Now the Christ is come to earth, Hail, all hail His wondrous birth. Go to Bethlehem, wanderers lone, Seek the Christ, for whom such glory Flashing from the heavenly throne Floods with light the ancient story: For the Christ is come to earth, Hail, all hail His wondrous birth. 44 There, in weakness see Him lie, Cradled where His mother laid Him, Who, by minstrels from the sky, Hath immortal honours paid Him; See the God-man come to earth, Hail, all hail His wondrous birth. King Immortal! treasures rare, Gifts of heart and life we bring Thee; Hearts and voices everywhere, More than gold--their praises bring Thee; Thou, O Christ, art come to earth, Hail, all hail Thy wondrous birth.

In the early morning

Meter: 6.5.6.5 Appears in 4 hymnals Lyrics: In the early morning, Ere the darkness clears, Lo, a star most radiant, High in heaven appears; And their eyes behold it, Glowing like a gem, As the sages journey Forth to Bethlehem. In the early morning, While the shepherds gaze, Lo, through clouds asunder, Heaven is all ablaze; Brighter than the sunrise From the eastern hills, And the song of angels All creation fills. 46 In the early morning, When the silence hung, 'Mid the dazzling splendour, Were the praises sung: Glory in the highest To the God of heaven, Peace on earth abounding Unto men be given. Now the sages, guided To the lowly place, Lying in a manger Find the Lord of grace; And they fall before Him As before a king, And their costly offerings With devotion bring. Lord of life eternal, Who didst come for men; At the time appointed Thou wilt come again; 47 Not a babe in meekness, Born of humble birth; But the King Immortal, Judge of all the earth. Glory in the highest, Be ascribed to God; Ceaseless hallelujahs Fill the earth abroad; Glory to Immanuel, All creation sing, Who to heaven hath raised us By His offering.

Lo, the clouds of night are rending

Meter: 8.7.8.5 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Lo, the clouds of night are rending, Clad in light, heavenly bright, Herald hosts to earth descending, Hail approaching morn. Hail the morn with heavenly singing, And the song, they prolong, News untold to earth is bringing, Of Immanuel born. Fearful watchers, see the glory, Cease to gaze with amaze; Herdsmen, sages, list the story, Peace abides on earth. 49 Glory! sons of men repeat it, Heavenly morn, Christ is born, Lift your eyes to heaven and greet it, Greet Immanuel's birth. Gone the dismal years of waiting, Angels bright, shed your light! Peace hath banished ill and hating, On this glorious morn. Glory be to God ascending, And the Son, who hath won Life for man in bliss unending, Now the Christ is born.

Hail to the King, who comes in weakness now

Meter: 10.10.10.5 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: Hail to the King, who comes in weakness now, No wreath of gold encircleth His brow, Lowly His state--in lowly worship bow; Hail to the King! Born of His maiden mother, pure as snow, Son of our God, begotten long ago, Ere yet the stream of time began to flow; Hail to the King! Nowhere was found a shelter for His head, Humble He lay, e'en where the oxen fed, No couch nor crib, a manger was His bed; Hail to the King! 53 Herdsmen were there who heard the angels sing; Wise men from far who myrrh and incense bring, No other hand bestowed an offering; Hail to the King! Hail to the King! O Christ, upon Thy throne, Look on the souls which Thou didst make Thine own, When by Thy birth and death Thou didst atone; Hail to the King!

Zion is glad this glorious morn:

Meter: 8.8 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Zion is glad this glorious morn: A Babe in Bethlehem is born. See where He lies in manger low, Whose kingly reign no end shall know. The ox and ass that filled the stall, Knew that the Babe was Lord of all. Out from the east the sages bring Their treasures for an offering. They humbly seek the lowly place, And worship there the King of grace: 61 The Son of God, who made the earth, A virgin mother gave Him birth. No poison from the serpent stains The human blood that fills His veins; And though our flesh He meekly wears, No mark of sin His nature bears; That He might man to God restore, And give the grace that once He wore. Come, while our hearts are full of mirth, And bless the Lord of lowly birth. The Holy Trinity we'll praise, And give our thanks to God always.

What shall we bring to Thee?

Meter: 6.6.6.8.8.6 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: What shall we bring to Thee? What shall our offering be On this Thy natal morn? For Thou, O Christ, hast come to earth-- A virgin mother gave Thee birth-- For our redemption born. The whole creation broad Gives praise and thanks to God, Who gave His only Son; And list! the bright angelic throng Their homage yield in sweetest song, For peace on earth begun. 65 The heavens their glory shed, The star shines o'er His head, The promised Christ and King; And wise men from the lands afar, Led by the brightness of the star, Their treasured offerings bring. What shall we give Thee now? Lowly the shepherds bow, Have we no gift to bring? Our worship, lo, we yield to Thee, All that we are, and hope to be-- This is our offering.

Over trackless regions

Meter: 6.5.6.5.6.5 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Over trackless regions, From the Morning land, Bearing costly treasures, Came a seeking band-- Wise men with devotion, From the Morning land. Wheresoe'er the star led, In the ebon sky, Thither pressed those wise men, With uplifted eye, Following the star light In the ebon sky. They would find the young King Whom the star foretold; They would render homage, And their gifts unfold, Bowing low before Him, Whom the star foretold. 67 Jesu, Son of David, God's Incarnate Word, Endless, unbegotten, By the wise adored-- We would bow before Thee, God's Incarnate Word. Not without an offering Would we seek our King; But with true devotion What is noblest, bring-- With a gift so precious, Would we seek our King. Jesu, King Eternal, Son of God, Divine, Man, yet still remaining Of the Godbead Trine-- See, our hearts we give Thee, Son of God, Divine.