tr., John Brownlie 7,5,7,7,5 I Now the King Immortal Comes to claim His own, -- Shepherds at their watch by night, Hail the glory of the light -- They, and they alone. II Heralds from the heaven-land, Tell His Advent clear; -- Where the sound of hurrying feet? Where the crowds come forth to greet? Where the loyal cheer? III Angels, on the night winds Have their carols thrown, -- Theirs, the music rapturous, sweet, Theirs, the songs the Monarch greet, Theirs, and theirs, alone. IV Ah, the silent night hours, Ah, the slumberers, prone, -- Mortals wake, arise, adore, Angels, shepherds, honours pour, They, and they, alone. V Jesu, King Immortal, Mount thy rightful throne; Loyal hearts their plaudits pour, Heavenly choirs in songs adore, They, not they alone. |