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Hush! such a glory was not for thee,

But that care may still be thine;
For are there not little ones still to aid

For the sake of the child divine ?
Are there no wandering pilgrims now,

To thy heart and thy home to take ? And are there no mothers whose weary hearts

You can comfort for Mary's sake ?



O LOVELY voices of the sky,

That hymned the Saviour's birth!
Are ye not singing still on high,

Ye that sang, “Peace on earth”?
To us yet speak the strains,

Wherewith, in days gone by,
Ye blessed the Syrian swains,

O voices of the sky!

O clear and shining light, whose beams

That hour heaven's glory shed
Around the palms, and o'er the streams,

And on the shepherd's head;
Be near through life and death,

As in that holiest night
Of Hope, and Joy, and Faith,

O clear and shining light !

O star which led to Him, whose love

Brought down man's ransom free,
Where art thou ?— 'midst the hosts above,

May we still gaze on thee?
In heaven thou art not set;

Thy rays earth might not dim ;
Send them to guide us yet!

O star which led to Him !



GOD rest ye, merry gentlemen! let nothing you


For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas


The dawn rose red o'er Bethlehem, the stars shone

through the gray, When Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas


God rest ye, little children ; let nothing you affright, For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this happy

night; Along the hills of Galilee the white flocks sleeping

lay, When Christ, the Child of Nazareth, was born on

Christmas Day.

God rest ye, all good Christians; upon this blessed

morn The Lord of all good Christians was of a woman born. Now all your sorrows He doth heal, your sins He

takes away; For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas




In the bleak mid-winter

Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,

Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,

Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter

Long ago.
Our God, Heaven cannot hold him

Nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away,

When he comes to reign.
In the bleak mid-winter

A stable-place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty,

Jesus Christ.

Angels and archangels

May have gathered there;

Cherubim and seraphim

Thronged the air.
But only His Mother,

In her maiden bliss,
Worshipped her Beloved

With a kiss.

What can I give Him,

Poor as I am ?
If I were a shepherd

I would bring a lamb;
If I were a wise man,

I would do my part, —
Yet what I can I give Him,

Give my heart.



LISTEN, lordings, unto me, a tale I will you tell;
Which, as on this night of glee, in David's town befell.
Joseph came from Nazareth with Mary, that sweet

maid ;

Weary were they nigh to death, and for a lodging


In the inn they found no room ; a scanty bed they

made; Soon a babe, an angel pure, was in the manger laid.

Forth He came, as light through glass, He came to

save us all. In the stable, ox and ass before their Maker fall.

Shepherds lay afield that night to keep the silly sheep, Hosts of angels in their sight came down from Heaven's

high steep: Tidings! tidings unto you! to you a child is born, Purer than the drops of dew, and brighter than the


Onward then the angels sped, the shepherds onward

God was in His manger bed; in worship low they bent.
In the morning see ye mind, my masters one and all,
At the altar Him to find, who lay within the stall.
Chorus Sing high, sing low,

Sing to and fro,
Go tell it out with speed,

Cry out and shout,

All round about,
That Christ is born indeed !



The holly! the holly! oh, twine it with bay — .

Come give the holly a song;
For it helps to drive stern winter away,

With his garment so sombre and long;

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