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HOLIDAYS AND HOLY DAYS.
AND there were in the same country Shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flocks by night. And, lo, the Angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the Angel said unto them, “ Fear not, for behold I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.
“For unto you is born this day, in the city of David, a Saviour which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the Angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.”
WHILE SHEPHERDS WATCHED THEIR FLOCKS
WHILE shepherds watched their flocks by night,
All seated on the ground,
And glory shone around.
Had seized their troubled mind; “Glad tidings of great joy I bring Το you
and all mankind.
Is born of David's line
And this shall be the sign.
To human view displayed,
And in a manger laid.”
Appeared a shining throng
Addressed their joyful song :“ All glory be to God on high,
And to the earth be peace !
Begin, and never cease.”
As Joseph was a-walking,
He heard an angel sing, “ This night shall be the birthnight
Of Christ our heavenly King.
6 His birth-bed shall be neither
In housen nor in hall,
But in the oxen's stall.
“ He neither shall be rocked
In silver nor in gold, But in the wooden manger
That lieth in the mould.
“ He neither shall be washen
With white wine nor with red, But with the fair spring water
That on you shall be shed.
“ He neither shall be clothed
In purple nor in pall,
That usen babies all.”
As Joseph was a-walking,
Thus did the angel sing, And Mary's son at midnight
Was born to be our King.
Then be you glad, good people,
At this time of the year;
For His star it shineth clear.
JOHN KEBLE. EXTRACT.
WAKE me to-night, my mother dear,
ONCE in Royal David's city
Stood a lowly cattle shed, Where a mother laid her baby
In a manger for His bed. Mary was that mother mild, Jesus Christ that little child.
He came down to earth from Heaven,
Who is God and Lord of all.
And his shelter was a stable,
And his cradle was a stall.
And our eyes at last shall see Him
Through His own redeeming love,
Is our Lord in Heaven above;
With the oxen standing by,
Set at God's right hand on high,
ADELAIDE A. PROCTER. ARRANGED.
Oh, to have dwelt in Bethlehem,
When the star of the Lord shone bright! To have sheltered the holy wanderers
On that blessed Christmas night; To have kissed the tender, way-worn feet
Of the Mother undefiled, And with reverent wonder and deep delight
To have tended the holy child !