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christmas.
And lo, from Nature's hand we bear
An offering for thy holy shrine;
With evergreen, and garlands fair,
High arch and lofty pillar twine:
And joyfully our pæans raise,
Redeemer, Saviour, in Thy praise.
An offering for thy holy shrine;
With evergreen, and garlands fair,
High arch and lofty pillar twine:
And joyfully our pæans raise,
Redeemer, Saviour, in Thy praise.
And though no bright, peculiar gem,
Is hung upon our midnight sky—
Like that which shone o'er Bethlehem,
What time the heavenly hosts were nigh—
Thy Word our polar star shall be,
Guiding us on, to heaven and Thee.
Is hung upon our midnight sky—
Like that which shone o'er Bethlehem,
What time the heavenly hosts were nigh—
Thy Word our polar star shall be,
Guiding us on, to heaven and Thee.
