A CORISTMAS (GAROL:

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
  

NP; ae

There knelt twelve shepherds at thy head,
O, manger-bed, O, manger-bed;

They watched within thy stony shrine
The miracle of Life divine,

And reverent saw around him shine,
Between the sordid stable-bars,

The luster of the Star of stars.

   

Chime, all ye bells of Christendom :
“Thy kingdom come! Thy kingdom come!”
For every hour a warning charm,

For every moon a sweet alarm,

For every gate of Heaven a psalm;
Nor ring a note of self or sin—

O, twelve o’clock when Yule comes in!

And joy shall hail from clime to clime Bb
At Christmas time, at Christmas time, Te
Till every life that walks or wings, &
And Death itself saluting sings @
The Lord of lords, the King of kings;
And all the world shall smile again
~ With peace on earth, good-will to men.

Theron Brown.