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The morn in beauty breaks

Meter: 6.6.6.6.6.6 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: The morn in beauty breaks, The world to life awakes: Up, soul of mine, and sing! And let the day begun, In hours of service run, And joy to duty bring. The darkness fades away, Light ushers in the day-- Let there be light for me! That round my path no cloud Dark folding may enshroud Me in perplexity. To Father and to Son, To Spirit, Three in One, Eternal praise be given: Sung by the saints above, In songs of fervent love, Up in the choirs of heaven.

Fades the glory of the west--

Meter: 7.7.7.7 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: Fades the glory of the west-- All the crimson and the gold, Night allures the world to rest 'Neath her mantle's dusky fold. Ah, my soul, when night descends, Fear lest slumber bind thee fast, And the Bridegroom with His friends, To the marriage hasten past. He may come--what soul can know?-- When the sun has gone from sight, When the stars in myriads glow In the middle of the night. 25 Think not thou may'st safely dream Of His coming by and by, When the morning's early gleam Wakes the slumberer, from the sky. Wake, awake, the time is near, Trim thy lamp, and tend its light; For the Bridegroom may appear In the middle of the night.

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!

Come, let us sing with joyful mirth

Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Come, let us sing with joyful mirth The mystery of Immanuel's birth, Who, virgin born, is here; The middle wall no longer stands, No flaming sword in cherub's hands Inspires the soul with fear. See, clear the pathway open lies That upward leads to Paradise, Where stands the Tree of Life; And freely may I enter in, Whence I was driven by mortal sin, And worsted in the strife. 59 For He, the Father's only Son, A glorious work hath now begun, Descending from above In servant's form, though yet the Son, Unchanging while the ages run, To win us by His love. Come, now, let hearts united be To laud His praises joyfully, The God-Man born to-day. And let Thy mercy reach us now, For pitiful and kind art Thou, O Virgin born, we pray.