peace, and love,
Glory in the highest
To God who reigns above.
Carol, sweetly carol,
The happy Christmas time:
Hark! the bells are pealing
Their merry, merry chime:
Carol, sweetly carol,
Ye shining ones above,
Sing in loudest numbers,
Oh, sing redeeming love!
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[Illustration]
THE COMING OF THE MAGI
"'What means this glory round our feet,'
The Magi mused, 'more bright than morn?'
And voices chanted, clear and sweet,
'To-day the Prince of Peace is born.'"
--_James Russell Lowell_
"Lo! star-led chiefs Assyrian odors bring,
And bending Magi seek their Infant King."
--_Heber_
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CRADLE HYMN
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down His head.
The stars in the bright sky looked down where He lay--
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes.
I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky,
And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh.
--_Martin Luther_.
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[Illustration]
Music for "Cradle Hymn".
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CRADLE HYMN
Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber;
Holy angels guard thy bed;
Heav'nly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.
Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment,
House and home, thy friends provide;
All without thy care or payment,
All thy wants are well supplied.
How much better thou'rt attended
Than the Son of God could be,
When from heaven he descended,
And became a child like thee.
Soft and easy is thy cradle;
Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay,
When his birthplace was a stable,
And his softest bed was hay.
--_Isaac Watts_.
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CHORUS
We see Him come, and know Him ours,
Who, with His sunshine and His showers,
Turns all the patient ground to flowers.
The Darling of the world is come,
And fit it is we find a room
To welcome Him. The nobler part
Of all the house here, is the heart,
Which we will give Him; and bequeath
This holly, and this ivy wreath,
To do Him honor, who's our King,
And Lord of all this reveling.
--_Robert Herrick_.
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