CHRISTMAS BELLS.
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"A babe in the manger, the herald was true,
A Saviour has come every heart to renew:"
And Mary His mother awaked from her dream,
What meekness and love from her countenance beam.
A Saviour has come every heart to renew:"
And Mary His mother awaked from her dream,
What meekness and love from her countenance beam.
Afar in the temple, Simeon of old
Brought incense of myrrh in rich censers of gold,
Sublime were his words while saluting the Son—
O, let me depart, our salvation is won.
Sweet bells, ye are playing melodious chime,
What raptures to raise in this bosom of mine,
As all those bright pictures in joy seem to rise,
While ringing your anthems this eve through the skies.
Brought incense of myrrh in rich censers of gold,
Sublime were his words while saluting the Son—
O, let me depart, our salvation is won.
Sweet bells, ye are playing melodious chime,
What raptures to raise in this bosom of mine,
As all those bright pictures in joy seem to rise,
While ringing your anthems this eve through the skies.
