Poems (Stephens)/Christmas
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CHRISTMAS.
Again we greet thee Christmas morn, with reverent grateful hearts,
Rejoicing in our Maker s love, and hope that He imparts.
Though undeserving still, we claim His mercies more and more,
Though much we ask, He freely gives the blessing we implore.
Rejoicing in our Maker s love, and hope that He imparts.
Though undeserving still, we claim His mercies more and more,
Though much we ask, He freely gives the blessing we implore.
Our mighty Lord remembered us, He knew our feeble frame,
He knew our strength would weakness prove, when strong temptation came.
And when He saw us deep in sin, as rebels each arrayed,
He pitied and He loved us too, for this His arm was stayed.
He knew our strength would weakness prove, when strong temptation came.
And when He saw us deep in sin, as rebels each arrayed,
He pitied and He loved us too, for this His arm was stayed.
Until that babe at Bethlehem brought joy to all our race,
Made glad indeed the Father's home, the inimitable space.
Brought light to every darkened mind, and peace, the greater prize,
Was bought for all by that dear Son, the earth born sacrifice.
Made glad indeed the Father's home, the inimitable space.
Brought light to every darkened mind, and peace, the greater prize,
Was bought for all by that dear Son, the earth born sacrifice.
And that sweet song the angels sang, long centuries ago.
Has never lost one note of love in all its ceaseless How;
That message of goodwill and peace, resounding everywhere.
Has power to soothe the pains of death, and cure the soul's despair.
Has never lost one note of love in all its ceaseless How;
That message of goodwill and peace, resounding everywhere.
Has power to soothe the pains of death, and cure the soul's despair.