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34 The Book of Praise.
Within us, Babe divine, Be born, and make us Thine ; Within our souls reveal Thy love and power to heal; Be born, and make our hearts Thy cradle and Thy shrine.
Isaac Williams. 1839.
What sudden blaze of song
Spreads o'er the expanse of Heaven ? In waves of light it thrills along, Th' angelic signal given : Glory to God ! from yonder central fire Flows out the echoing lay beyond the starry quire.
Like circles widening round
Upon a clear blue river, Orb after orb, the wondrous sound Is echoed on for ever: " Glory to God on high, on earth be peace, And love towards men of love, salvation and release!"
Yet stay, before thou dare
To join that festal throng ; Listen, and mark what gentle air First stirred the tide of song : 'Tis not, " the Saviour born in David's home, To whom for power and health obedient worlds should come."
'Tis not, "the Christ the Lord:" With fixed adoring look