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Hymn 52: The scene arround me disappears
HYMN LII.
The scene arround me disappears, And, borne to ancient regions, While Time recals the flight of years, I see angelic legions Descending in an orb of light, Amidst the dark and silent night; I hear celestial voices.
"Tidings, glad tidings from above To every age and nation; Tidings, glad tidings,--God is love, To man He sends salvation: His Son beloved, His only Son, The work of mercy hath begun; Give to his name the glory."
Through David's city I am led; Here all around are sleeping; A light directs to yon poor shed, There lonely watch is keeping: I enter;--ah! what glories shine! Is this Immanuel's earthly shrine? Messiah's infant temple?
It is, it is; and I adore This Stranger and lowly, As and seraphs bow before The throne of God thrice holy: Faith through the veil of flesh can see The face of thy Divinity, My Lord, my God, my Saviour!