New was the song that burst on Judah's plain,
 When shepherd-bands the wakeful vigil kept,
And full of melody, the witching strain,
 That seraph-fingers from the harp-string swept;
For oh, it told the reign of peace on earth,
And spoke to wondering man, Emmanuel's birth.

The star, foretold in dim prophetic days,
 Bursts forth at length, with mild, benignant beam,
Its every ray a Saviour's love displays—
 A Saviour, born to succor and redeem.
Oh, Bethlehem's star, by thy dear guiding blest,
My soul shall reach the haven of its rest.

Come, see the place, where lay a helpless child,
 The Wonderful, the Counsellor, the King,
And though thy offering be with sin defiled,
 The offering of a contrite spirit bring,
Oblation far more precious in his eye;
Than Ophir's gold, or stones of ruby dye.

Enwreath the columns of the house of prayer,
 With verdant blossomings of hill and dell,
And gathering with exulting bosoms there,
 Your “ Gloria in excelsis ,” loudly swell.
Then gird your weapon firmly by your side,
And live, and die, for Jesus and the bride.