A Christmas Idyl.
So many years ago He came,
The little Christ-child boy;
Came in His Father's blessed name,
To fill the earth with joy.
The little Christ-child boy;
Came in His Father's blessed name,
To fill the earth with joy.
And yet it seems but yesterday—
The story lately read,
Seems, in its interesting way,
Of—life not of the dead.
The story lately read,
Seems, in its interesting way,
Of—life not of the dead.
How, in the manger fast asleep,
The little baby lay,
While gentle footsteps 'round him creep
And then abashed, away.
The little baby lay,
While gentle footsteps 'round him creep
And then abashed, away.
How, with good gifts and frankincense,
Men hovered 'bout his bed,
And watched the halo so intense
From babe's to mother's head.
Men hovered 'bout his bed,
And watched the halo so intense
From babe's to mother's head.
The star that led them on that night—
The star of Bethlehem—
That star that shines for us so bright;
It meant the same to them.
The star of Bethlehem—
That star that shines for us so bright;
It meant the same to them.
The world know not of penitence,
And prayer, and praise, as now;
A world of insignificance,
Nor head, nor knee to bow.
And prayer, and praise, as now;
A world of insignificance,
Nor head, nor knee to bow.
But when He came, the little child,
Whose signet was God's own,
The demons turned to angels mild,
And worshiped at His throne.
Whose signet was God's own,
The demons turned to angels mild,
And worshiped at His throne.
So must we bow, and praise, and sing,
For Christ is risen again;
And gifts unto His children bring,
In honor of the slain.
For Christ is risen again;
And gifts unto His children bring,
In honor of the slain.
Hosanna! to our God and King,
Good will and peace to men!
Let every heart in rapture sing
Forever, and ——— Amen.
Good will and peace to men!
Let every heart in rapture sing
Forever, and ——— Amen.