By saying kind words 'tis a song of good cheer,
The weary may list till he drieth the tear.
His hope live anew in its gladsome refrain,
While a courage newborn will banish the pain.
The weary may list till he drieth the tear.
His hope live anew in its gladsome refrain,
While a courage newborn will banish the pain.
By doing for others the melody swells;
The music of heaven it, joyous, foretells;
For burthens grow light and the faith true and strong
Whenever one hearkens to such a sweet song.
The music of heaven it, joyous, foretells;
For burthens grow light and the faith true and strong
Whenever one hearkens to such a sweet song.
THE HILLS
The hills whose strength, dear Lord, is Thine;
By solemn silence praises yield;
Unmoved as they, each Christmas heart,
To whom thy love hath been revealed.
By solemn silence praises yield;
Unmoved as they, each Christmas heart,
To whom thy love hath been revealed.
"The hills from whence my help shall come:"
That blessèd balm to heal each pain:
In holy hush the reverent soul
May softly breathe this sweet refrain.
That blessèd balm to heal each pain:
In holy hush the reverent soul
May softly breathe this sweet refrain.
The hills the Holy City guard;
As sentinels, unfailing, stand;
Thy love thy chosen ones doth keep
Within the hollow of thy hand.
As sentinels, unfailing, stand;
Thy love thy chosen ones doth keep
Within the hollow of thy hand.
The hills! the mountain-top for thee
A temple wast, where, free from strife,
In prayer thou didst the Father seek,
And gathered strength for daily life.
A temple wast, where, free from strife,
In prayer thou didst the Father seek,
And gathered strength for daily life.
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