Hymn for Christmas Day.

Saviour inspire the voice of earth,
To hail the day that gave Thee birth;
The Heavens resound in blest accord,
Hosanna! to the highest! praise the Lord.

Let hymns of gratulation flow
From Adam's race redeem'd from woe;
For Paradise to man restored,
Hosanna! to the highest! praise the Lord.

Wisdom, and power, and peace proclaim
The new-born Saviour's blessed name,
His glory stars to stars record,
Hosanna! to the highest! praise the Lord.

Nature to Him in homage fall;
He comes--the Judge, the Lord of all:
His welcome sound on every chord,
Hosanna! to the highest! praise the Lord.

William Hayley

William Hayley was an English writer, best known for his biography of his friend William Cowper. Despite his extensive literary output, he was not particularly celebrated and much of his work has been forgotten. However, he was a central figure in the literary community of his time, counting among his friends and acquaintances many prominent writers and artists. He was also known for his patronage of the poet William Blake.

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Catch the glad strain, ye seraphs bright!
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Sing, Christmas bells!
Say to the earth this is the morn
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Sing of the star that God has placed
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Say to the earth this is the morn
Whereon our Saviour-King is born;
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This Christmas morn,
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That saveth them and saveth me!

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O ransomed seed of Adam, sing!
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Hymn to the Saviour.

Lord, who in mercy's tender tone
Invitest every child of dust,
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And in thy guardian grace to trust.

To thy true votary impart
Hope, from all doubt, all terror free,
Make every movement of my heart
A glow of gratitude to Thee!

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Break over the waiting hill-tops,
    White dawn of the Christmas morn!
For the angels have sung through the midnight,
    That the wonderful Babe is born.

And still in the slumbering valleys,
    The night's black tents are up,
And the young moon stands on the mountains,
    Clear and fair as a silver cup.

Under the cottage rafters,
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On the swart low brow of the toiler,
    Settles the dew of sleep.

And some that watch and waken,
    Are dreaming of eyes whose ray
Was long ago quenched and hidden
    Under the shroud away.

Oh, sing thy jubilant anthem
    Over the frozen mould,
And tell that wonderful story
    Again, that never grows old!

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Chorus.

What sweeter music can we bring,
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Awake the Voice! Awake the String!
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Awake! the while the active Finger
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