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Three Little Pennies
Doug Stone

There was an old, blind man
Who stood on the corner down town
he was holding a cup
Filled up with nothing
From the christmas shopping crowd
And though I barely came up to the top of his cane
I reached up and gave him
Every cent to my name.
Three little pennies.
Were all that I had
One that I'd found
Two from my dad
Three little pennies not much of a gift
But Dad said "that's plenty, if it's all you can give."
that evening my dad told a wonderful story to me
About a child and the manger.
The wise men who came bearing gifts on the first christmas eve.
There was a part I'm sure he made up
About a stable boy who couldn't give much..
Three little pennies.
Were all that he had
One that he'd found
Two from his dad
Three little pennies not much of a gift
But Dad said "that's plenty if it's all you can give."
next morning was christmas
And I had prayed hard for a bike
But all that I found was the tiniest box
With three shiny pennies inside
and I was so disapointed because I had been good
But times had been bad so I understood.
And daddy said:
"three little pennies.
Were all that you had
But you gave them freely
So I gave them back
Three little pennies not much of a gift
You're bike is outside because you've learned how to give"

Someday at Christmas

Stevie Wonder, Andra Day

Someday at Christmas men won't be boys
Playing with bombs like kids play with toys
One warm December our hearts will see
A world where men are free
Someday at Christmas there'll be no wars
When we have learned what Christmas is for
When we have found what life's really worth
There'll be peace on earth
Someday all our dreams will come to be
Someday in a world where men are free
Maybe not in time for you and me
But someday at Christmastime
Someday at Christmas we'll see a Man
No hungry children, no empty hand
One happy morning people will share
Our world where people care
Someday at Christmas there'll be no tears
All men are equal and no men have fears
One shinning moment my heart ran away
From our world today
Someday all our dreams will come to be
Someday in a world where men are free
Maybe not in time for you and me
But someday at Christmastime
Someday at Christmas man will not fail
Hate will be gone love will prevail
Someday a new world that we can start
With hope in every heart
Maybe not in time for you and me
But someday at Christmastime
Someday at Christmastime


What Christmas Means To Me
Stevie Wonder

Candles burning low
Lots of mistletoe
Lots of snow and ice
Everywhere we go
Choir singing carols
Right outside my door
All these things and more
That's what Christmas means to me my love
Oh, yeah, yeah
I see your smiling face
Like I've never seen before
Even though I love you madly
It seems I love you more
Oh, the little though you give me
Touched my heart for sure
All these things and more, darling
And that's what Christmas means to me my love
I feel like running wild
I feel like just a little child
To bring you 'neath the mistletoe
Kiss you once and then some more
Wish you a Merry Christmas, baby
And such happiness in the coming year
Let's deck the halls with holly
Singing 'Silent night'
Dress the trees with angel hair
Pretty, pretty lights
Go to sleep and wake up
Just before daylight
All these things and more, darling
And that's what Christmas means to me my love
Oh, yeah, that's what Christmas means to me
I talk about desserts underneath the tree
Talkin' 'bout lights of nights and snow
Ooh, everybody sing now
Yeah, that's what it means to me

Do You Hear What I Hear
Written By
Gloria Shayne Baker & Noel Regney

Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy

Do you hear what I hear
Ringing through the night, shepherd boy
Do you hear what I hear
A song, a song, high above the trees
With a voice as big as the sea
With a voice as big as the sea

Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king
Do you know what I know
In your palace warm, mighty king
Do you know what I know
A child, a child, shivers in the cold
Let us bring him silver and gold
Let us bring him silver and gold

Said the king to the people everywhere
Listen to what I say
Pray for peace, people everywhere
Listen to what I say
A child, a child, sleeping in the night
He will bring us goodness and light
He will bring us goodness and light

Mary Did You Know
written by Mark Lowry (lyrics) and Buddy Greene(melody)


Mary, did you know
that your Baby Boy would one day walk on water?
Mary, did you know
that your Baby Boy would save our sons and daughters?
Did you know
that your Baby Boy has come to make you new?
This Child that you delivered will soon deliver you.

Mary, did you know
that your Baby Boy will give sight to a blind man?
Mary, did you know
that your Baby Boy will calm the storm with His hand?
Did you know
that your Baby Boy has walked where angels trod?
When you kiss your little Baby you kissed the face of God?

Mary did you know.. Ooo Ooo Ooo

The blind will see.
The deaf will hear.
The dead will live again.
The lame will leap.
The dumb will speak
The praises of The Lamb.

Mary, did you know
that your Baby Boy is Lord of all creation?
Mary, did you know
that your Baby Boy would one day rule the nations?
Did you know
that your Baby Boy is heaven's perfect Lamb?
The sleeping Child you're holding is the great "I am"

Joy to the World
written by Isaac Watts

Joy to the World, the Lord has come!

Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare Him room
And Heaven and nature sing
And Heaven and nature sing
And Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing

Joy to the World, the Savior reigns!
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy
Repeat the sounding joy
Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy

No more let sins and sorrows grow
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make His blessings flow
Far as the curse is found
Far as the curse is found
Far as, far as, the curse is found

He rules the world with truth and grace
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness
And wonders of His love
And wonders of His love
And wonders, wonders, of His love
A Soldier's King
written by John Barlow Jarvis and Kenny Horton



No one seemed to notice the man beside the road
He was just a ragged soldier out there in the cold
But he seemed to have a purpose only known to him
As he walked along the streets that night through the town of Bethlahem.

In his head he held a memory of all the wars he'd known
In his hand he clutched a medal for the bravery he'd shown
And the weight of every battle he caried in his heart
But his eyes were clear and searching for a manger in the dark.

Some are born to greatness, some are born to fall
Some are bound to be forgotten like they never lived at all
But we're all born to know Him and stand before His light
Like the soldier who found his king tonight.

He had marched for politicians, served under their command
And he fought for all the causes that he did not understand
But it was something deep inside him now that led him on his way
With a single star to guide him to where the baby lay.

Some are born to greatness, some are born to fall
Some are bound to be forgotten like they never lived at all
But we're all born to know Him and stand before His light
Like the soldier who found his king tonight.

He stood before the Son of God, come to pay our debt
He smiled up at the soldier that the world would soon forget
So he held out his medal and said this for you I bring
There he swore aligiance to the newborn baby King.

Some are born to greatness, some are born to fall
Some are bound to be forgotten like they never lived at all
But we're all born to know Him and stand before His light
Like the soldier who found his king tonight...
Christmas And Love
Written by Lassaye Holmes

I live in a three-room shack it's not much to see
No special lights on my Christmas tree not this Christmas for me
I may not get a Christmas card or shoes for my weary feet
But when Jesus was born on Christmas morn
That was my gift to me

Son of God sent down from above
To cheer the whole wide world
Peace on earth goodwill toward all
And fill their Christmas with love

I have three kids and a wife so true a few ole ties and suit
But when God gives you these things and love you can see
That's enough Christmas for me
Do They Know It’s Christmas?
 written by Bob Geldof and Midge Ure


It's Christmas time
There's no need to be afraid
At Christmas time
We let in light and we banish shade

And in our world of plenty
We can spread a smile of joy
Throw your arms around the world
At Christmas time

But say a prayer
Pray for the other ones
At Christmas time it's hard

But when you're having fun
There's a world outside your window
And it's a world of dread and fear

Where the only water flowing
Is the bitter sting of tears

And the Christmas bells that ring there
Are the clanging chimes of doom

Well tonight thank God it's them
Instead of you

And there won't be snow in Africa this Christmas time
The greatest gift they'll get this year is life(Oooh)
Where nothing ever grows
No rain or rivers flow
Do they know it's Christmas time at all?

Here's to you

Raise a glass for everyone

Here's to them

Underneath that burning sun
Do they know it's Christmas time at all?
 
Feed the world
Feed the world
Feed the world
Let them know it's Christmas time again

Feed the world
Let them know it's Christmas time again

Christmas Is Holy
Written by Ferlin Husky

There's a word we often mention all along life's weary way

                                  
It's the day that's made to praise the one unseen

It's been changed from holy to a holiday
                  
And we seldom stop to think of what it means

But it's holy holy not a holiday holy holy not a holiday

So stop and think dear brother as you celebrate this day
                
Christmas is holy not a holiday

I wonder how my Savior feels to look down on this earth
 
And watch people fuss and fight and grip about their meals
     
How they celebrate His birth

Silver Bells
composed by Jay Livingston and Ray Evans.


(Silver bells, silver bells)

It's Christmas time in the city
Ring-a-ling (ring-a-ling),
Hear them ring (ting-a-ling)
Soon it will be Christmas day.
City sidewalks, busy sidewalks.
Dressed in holiday style
In the air there's a feeling of Christmas
(Children laughing,
People passing,
Meeting smile after smile)
And on every street corner you'll hear
Silver bells, (Silver bells) Silver bells, (silver bells)
It's Christmas time in the city
Ring-a-ling (ring-a-ling),
Hear them ring (hear them ring)
Soon it will be Christmas day.

All Is Well
Written by Wayne Kirkpatrick, Michael W. Smith


All is well all is well
Angels and men rejoice
For tonight darkness fell
Into the dawn of love's light
Sing A-le
Sing Alleluia

All is well all is well
Let there be peace on earth
Christ is come go and tell
That He is in the manger
Sing A-le
Sing Alleluia

All is well all is well
Lift up your voice and sing
Born is now Emmanuel
Born is our Lord and Savior
Sing Alleluia
Sing Alleluia
All is well


Going Home For Christmas

Written by Steven Curtis Chapman


Her house was where the family gathered every Christmas eve;
A feast was set on the table and gifts were placed beneath the tree.
Everything was picture perfect, Grandpa would laugh and say,
That woman spends the whole year getting ready for this day.

One year the leaves began to fall and her health began to fade;
We moved her to a place where they could watch her night and day.
But she kept making plans for Christmas from her little room;
She told everyone, I'll miss you but I'll be leaving soon.

I'm going home for Christmas and I'm going home to stay;
I'm going home for Christmas and nothing's gonna keep me away.
I'll be with the ones I love to celebrate the Savior's birth;
This gift will be worth more to me than anything on earth.
I'm going home, home for Christmas.

All the leaves outside have fallen to be covered by the snow;
The family comes with food and gifts and Grandpa comes alone.
There's a sadness in our silence as the Christmas story's read,
And with tears, Grandpa reminds us of the words that Grandma said.

I'm going home for Christmas and I'm going home to stay;
I'm going home for Christmas and nothing's gonna keep me away.
She'll be face to face with Jesus as we celebrate His birth,
And this gift will be worth more to her than anything on earth,
'Cause she'll be home.

And as we sing 'Joy to the World' I can't help thinking
Of the joy that's in her eyes right now.
And though our hearts still ache, we know that as we celebrate,
She's singing with the herald angels and heaven's glowing on her face.

And now she's home for Christmas and now she's home to stay;
She's home for Christmas, and nothin' could've kept her away.
She'll be face to face with Jesus, as we celebrate His birth,
And this gift will be worth more to her than anything on earth.
She's home, she's home for Christmas.
She is home, she's home for Christmas.



A Christmas To Remember

Written by Amy Grant

Twinkling lights
A chill is in the air
And carols everywhere
Close your eyes, it's almost here
Candles and cards
And favorite movie scenes
The smell of evergreen
As special as it's always been
And I have a dream or two
Maybe they will come true

Setting our hopes on a big snow tonight
We'll wake up to a world of white
It's gonna be a Christmas to remember
Light up the fire, play some Nat King Cole
Always sentimental and don't you know that
It's gonna be a Christmas to remember

I know it's true
Time doesn't stand still
Many things can change
But we know some things never will
The memories we share
The songs we always sing
The mystery of life
The hopefulness this season brings
And I have a dream or two
Maybe they will come true


Joseph's Song

written by Michael Card

How could it be this baby in my arms
Sleeping now, so peacefully
The Son of God, the angel said
How could it be?

Lord, I know He's not my own
Not of my flesh, not of my bone
Still Father let this baby be
The son of my love

Father show me where I fit into this plan of yours
How can a man be father to the Son of God
Lord for all my life I've been a simple carpenter
How can I raise a king, how can I raise a king?

He looks so small, His face and hands so fair
And when He cries the sun just seems to disappear
But when He laughs it shines again
How could it be?

Father show me where I fit into this plan of yours
How can a man be father to the Son of God
Lord for all my life I've been a simple carpenter
How can I raise a king, how can I raise a king?

How could it be this baby in my arms
Sleeping now, so peacefully
The Son of God, the angel said
How could it be? How could it be?



Still Her Little Child


Written by Ray Boltz

When she laid him in a manger
He was still her little child
In a city filled with strangers
He was still her little child

Though the inn was full and the night was cold
She held Him close and smiled
When she laid Him in a manger
He was still her little child

When the angels called Him Savior
He was still her little child
When the wise men gave Him treasures
He was still her little child

When the shepherds bowed before Him
A star shone all the while
When the angels called Him Savior
He was still her little child

When He grew in strength and wisdom
He was still her little child
When He spoke the people listened
He was still her little child

When He healed the lame and dying
They would follow Him for miles
And when he grew, in strength and wisdom
He was still her little child

When the people turned against Him
He was still her little child
When they shouted crucify Him
He was still her little child

And when they nailed Him
To a wooden cross then we were reconciled
When she held His broken body
He was still her little child
He was still her little child



The Christmas Shoes


Written by Newsong

It was almost Christmas time
And there I stood in another line
Trying to buy that last gift or two
Not really in the Christmas mood
And standing right in front of me was a
Little boy waiting anxiously
Pacing around like little boys do
And in his hands he held
A pair of shoes

His clothes were worn and old
He was dirty from head to toe
And when it came his time to pay
I couldn't believe what I heard him say


Sir I wanna buy these shoes
For my mama. please
It's Christmas eve and these shoes are just her size
Could you hurry sir
Daddy says there's not much time
You see,
She's been sick for quite a while And I
know these shoes will make her smile And I
Want her to look beautiful
If mama meets Jesus tonight

They counted penny's for what seemed like years then the
Cashier said, "Son, there's not enough here."
He searched his pockets frantically
Then he turned and he looked at me and he said
"Mama made Christmas good at our house though
Most years she just did without, Tell me sir,
What am I gonna do?
Some how I gotta buy her these Christmas shoes."

So I laid the money down
I just had to help him out
And I'll never forget the look on his face when he said,
"Mama's gonna look so great."


I knew I'd caught a glimpse of heaven's love as he thanked me and ran out
I knew that God had sent me that little boy to remind me what Christmas is all about

I want her to look beautiful if mama meets Jesus tonight



 WINTER SNOW


Written by CHRIS TOMLIN

You could've come like a mighty storm,
With all the strength of a hurricane;
You could've come like a forest fire,
With the power of heaven in Your flame.

But You came like a winter snow -
Quiet, and soft, and slow;
Falling from the sky in the night
To the earth below.

You could've swept in like a tidal wave,
Or in an ocean to ravish our hearts;
You could've come through like a roaring flood
To wipe away the things we've scarred.

Oh, oh, but You came like a winter snow.
You were quiet, You were soft, and slow;
Falling from the sky in the night
To the earth below.

Ooh, no, Your voice wasn't in a bush burning;
No, Your voice wasn't in a rushing wind.
It was still, it was small, it was hidden.

Oh You came like a winter snow -
Quiet, and soft, and slow;
Falling from the sky in the night
To the earth below.

Oh, yeah.
You came falling from the sky in the night
To the earth below.

Tennessee Christmas

Written by Point Of Grace

On God's green earth the ocean swims in brilliant blues
The yellow sun warms me and you
'Til it's chased by an iridescent moon
On God's green earth

On God's green earth the mountains climb with purple haze
Against a sky of stormy days
There are ebony nights and silver days
On God's green earth

We live, we laugh and love and dance
'Cause God makes all things beautiful and perfect in His hands
We rise from the ashes of our past
'Cause we've learned the truth at last
Love is not blind
Every color shines
On God's green earth

On God's green earth...if every color was the same
And every child had just one name
There'd be no beauty for each of us to claim

On God's green earth
We see the scars of yesterday
Of wars that we cannot erase
But we can walk hand in hand in healing grace
We live, we laugh and love and dance
'Cause God makes all things beautiful and perfect in His hands
We rise from the ashes of our past
'Cause we've learned the truth at last
Love is not blind
Every color shines
On God's green earth



A Carol In The Pastures
by Edward Bolton


Sweet music, sweeter far
Than any song is sweet:
Sweet music, heavenly rare,
Mine ears, O peers, doth greet.
You gentle flocks, whose fleeces, pearled with dew,
Resemble heaven, whom golden drops make bright,
Listen, O listen, now, O not to you
Our pipes make sport to shorten weary night;
But voices most divine
Make blissful harmony:
Voices that seem to shine,
For what else clears the sky?
Tunes can we hear, but not the singers see,
The tunes divine, and so the singers be.

Lo, how the firmament
Within an azure fold
The flock of stars hath pent,
That we might them behold;
Yet from their beams proceedeth not this light,
Nor can their crystals such reflection give.
What then doth make the element so bright?
The heavens are come down upon earth to live.
But hearken to the song,
Glory to glory's king,
And peace all men among,
These quiristers do sing.
Angels they are, as also (Shepherds) he
Whom in our fear we do admire to see.

Let not amazement blind
Your souls, said he, annoy:
To you and all mankind
My message bringeth joy.
For lo, the world's great Shepherd now is born
A blessed babe, an infant full of power:
After long night uprisen is the morn,
Renowning Bethl'em in the Saviour.
Sprung is the perfect day,
By prophets seen afar:
Sprung is the mirthful May,
Which winter cannot mar.
In David's city doth this sun appear
Clouded in flesh, yet, shepherds, sit we here?



A Christmas Hymn
by Richard Watson Gilder


Tell me what is this innumerable throng
Singing in the heavens a loud angelic song?
These are they who come with swift and shining feet
From round about the throne of God the Lord of Light to greet.

Oh, who are these that hasten beneath the starry sky,
As if with joyful tidings that through the world shall fly?
The faithful shepherds these, who greatly were afeared
When, as they watched their flocks by night, the heavenly host appeared.

Who are these that follow across the hills of night
A star that westward hurries along the fields of light?

Three wise men from the east who myrrh and treasure bring
To lay them at the feet of him their Lord and Christ and King.

What babe new-born is this that in a manger cries?
Near on her lowly bed his happy mother lies.
Oh, see the air is shaken with white and heavenly wings--
This is the Lord of all the earth, this is the King of kings.



A Hymn Of The Nativity
by the Shepherds


Come, we shepherds whose blest sight
    Hath met Love's noon in Nature's night ;
    Come lift up our loftier song,
And wake the sun that lies too long.
To all our world of well-stol'n joy
    He slept, and dreamt of no such thing,
While we found out Heaven's fairer eye,
    And kissed the cradle of our King ;
Tell him he rises now too late
To show us aught worth looking at.
Tell him we now can show him more
    Than he e'er show'd to mortal sight,
Than he himself e'er saw before,
    Which to be seen needs not his light :
Tell him, Tityrus, where th' hast been,
Tell him, Thyrsis, what th' hast seen.
Tit. Gloomy night embraced the place
    Where the noble infant lay :
The babe look'd up, and show'd His face ;
    In spite of darkness it was day.
It was Thy day, sweet, and did rise,
Not from the East, but from Thy eyes.
        Chorus.   It was Thy day, sweet, &c.
Thrys. Winter chid aloud, and sent
    The angry North to wage his wars :
The North forgot his fierce intent,
    And left perfumes instead of scars.
By those sweet eyes' persuasive powers,
Where he meant frosts he scatter'd flowers.
        Chorus.   By those sweet eyes', &c.
Both. We saw Thee in Thy balmy nest,
    Young dawn of our eternal day ;
We saw Thine eyes break from the East,
    And chase the trembling shades away :
We saw Thee, and we blest the sight,
We saw Thee by Thine own sweet light.
Tit. Poor world (said I) what wilt thou do
    To entertain this starry stranger ?
Is this the best thou canst bestow—
    A cold and not too cleanly manger ?
Contend, the powers of heaven and earth,
To fit a bed for this huge birth.
        Chorus.   Contend, the powers, &c.
Thyrs. Proud world (said I) cease your contest,
    And let the mighty babe alone,
The phoenix builds the phoenix' nest,
    Love's architecture is His own.
The babe, whose birth embraves this morn,
Made His own bed ere He was born.
        Chorus.   The babe whose birth, &c.
Tit. I saw the curl'd drops, soft and slow,
    Come hovering o'er the place's head ;
Offe'ring their whitest sheets of snow,
    To furnish the fair infant's bed.
Forbear, said I, be not too bold,
Your fleece is white, but 'tis too cold.
        Chorus.   Forbear (said I), &c.
Thyrs. I saw th' obsequious seraphim
    Their rosy fleece of fire bestow,
For well they now can spare their wings,
    Since Heaven itself lies here below.
Well done, said I ;  but are you sure
Your down, so warm, will pass for pure ?
        Chorus.   Well done, said I, &c.
Tit. No, no, your King's not yet to seek
    Where to repose His royal head ;
See, see how soon His new-bloom'd cheek
    'Twixt mother's breasts is gone to bed.
Sweet choice, said we, no way but so,
Not to lie cold, yet sleep in snow !
        Chorus.   Sweet choice, said we, &c.
Both. We saw Thee in Thy balmy nest,
    Young dawn of our eternal day ;
We saw Thine eyes break from the East,
    And chase the trembling shades away :
We saw Thee, and we blest the sight,
We saw Thee by Thine own sweet light.
        Chorus.   Sweet choice, said we, &c.
Full Chorus. Welcome all wonders in one sight !
    Eternity shut in a span !
Summer in winter ! day in night !
    Heaven in earth ! and God in man !
Great little one, whose all-embracing birth
Lifts earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to earth !
Welcome, tho' nor to gold, nor silk,
    To more than Cæsar's birthright is :
Twin sister seas of virgin's milk,
    With many a rarely-temper'd kiss,
That breathes at once both maid and mother,
Warms in the one, cools in the other.
She sings Thy tears asleep, and dips
    Her kisses in Thy weeping eye :
She spreads the red leaves of Thy lips,
    That in their buds yet blushing lie.
She 'gainst those mother diamonds tries
The points of her young eagle's eyes.
Welcome—though not to those gay flies,
    Gilded i' the beams of earthly kings,
Slippery souls in smiling eyes—
    But to poor shepherds, homespun things,
Whose wealth's their flocks, whose wit's to be
Well read in their simplicity.
Yet, when April's husband show'rs
    Shall bless the fruitful Maia's bed,
We'll bring the first-born of her flowers,
    To kiss Thy feet, and crown Thy head.
To Thee, dread Lamb !  whose love must keep
The shepherds while they feed their sheep.
To Thee, meek Majesty, soft King
    Of simple graces and sweet loves !
Each of us his lamb will bring,
    Each his pair of silver doves !
At last, in fire of Thy fair eyes,
Ourselves become our own best sacrifice !



At Last
by John Greenleaf Whittier


When on my day of life the night is falling,
     And, in the winds from unsunned spaces blown,
     I hear far voices out of darkness calling
     My feet to paths unknown,

     Thou who hast made my home of life so pleasant,
     Leave not its tenant when its walls decay;
     O Love Divine, O Helper ever present,
     Be Thou my strength and stay!

     Be near me when all else is from me drifting;
     Earth, sky, home's pictures, days of shade and shine,
     And kindly faces to my own uplifting
     The love which answers mine.

     I have but Thee, my Father! let Thy spirit
     Be with me then to comfort and uphold;
     No gate of pearl, no branch of palm I merit,
     Nor street of shining gold.

     Suffice it if -- my good and ill unreckoned,
     And both forgiven through Thy abounding grace --
     I find myself by hands familiar beckoned
     Unto my fitting place.

     Some humble door among Thy many mansions,
     Some sheltering shade where sin and striving cease,
     And flows forever through heaven's green expansions
     The river of Thy peace.

     There, from the music round about me stealing,
     I fain would learn the new and holy song,
     And find at last, beneath Thy trees of healing,
     The life for which I long.



The Child Jesus In The Garden

Anonymous


Cold was the day, when in a garden bare,
    Walked the Child Jesus, wrapt in holy thought;
His brow seemed clouded with a weight of care;
    Calmness and rest from worldly things he sought.

Soon was his presence missed within his home;
    His mother gently marked his every way;
Forth then she came to seek where he did roam.
    Full of sweet words his trouble to allay.

Through chilling snow she toiled to reach his side,
    Forcing her way mid branches brown and sere,
Hastening that she his sorrows might divide,
    Share all his woe, or calm his gloomy fear.

Sweet was her face, as o'er his head she bent,
    Longing to melt his look of saddest grief.
With lifted eyes, his ear to her he lent;
    Her kindly solace brought his soul relief.

Then did he smile--a smile of love so deep,
    Winter himself grew warm beneath its glow;
From drooping branches scented blossoms peep;
    Up springs the grass; the sealed fountains flow.

Summer and spring did with each other vie,
    Offering to Him the fragrance of their store;
Chanting sweet notes, the birds around him fly,
    Wondering why earth had checkered so her floor.


The Christmas Child
 by Isa Craig-Knox

The rain is cold, the sky is pitch,
    Above the city’s lengthening piles,
Gleaming across an inky ditch,
    The glimmering lamp-lights stretch for miles.

‘Tis Christmas Eve, nor late though dark;
    Still out upon the busy street
The windows shine, and one can mark
    The passers hurrying through the sleet.

One hastens on with heavy tread;
    Had any tried his face to scan,
“ A common man,” they would have said;
    Thank God! he was “a common man.”

More lonely grew the way he took,
    And once he stopped, amid the rain,
To cast a bright ungrudging look
    On what he saw through lighted pane.

A Christmas feast! a table spread!
    A cheerful glow of lamp and fire!
A heap of children, head o’er head,
    And one in arms uplifted higher!—

Uplifted to the father’s lips!
    But just as he had kissed the boy,
They closed the curtains, and eclipse
    Fell on the sharer of his joy,

Who sighs, and on his way doth wend,—
    A shadow on his face hath come.
What waits him at his journey’s end?
    A cheerless hearth? a joyless home?

Nay, both as any warm and bright,
    And wont to light his weariest way,
Through longest road and blackest night,
    But now the brightness fades away.

No small feet cross that stainless hearth,
    Or patter on that dainty floor!
Ono pair, long laid in wintry earth,
    Will greet his coming never more.

                    II.

Yet rest and hearty cheer await
    Our dripping wayfarer; for him
Tho board is spread in simple state,
    The curtained bed stands white and trim.

The housewife sits, with musing eye,
    Contemplating her labours done;
Her Christmas cheer, her own mince-pie,
    Her ample store of cake and bun.

She sighed in fullness of content,
    And then she gave another sigh,—
“What’s all the good of this,” it meant,
    “With none to eat but John and I?“

Frugal she was, nor much would take
    Or give; what moved the worthy soul?
She rose and took her largest cake,
    And forth on gentle errand stole.

Across the way a neighbour dwelt
    With many little mouths to feed;
Heart-sickening care who daily felt,
    For failing strength and growing need.

To them her Christmas gift she took,
    Leaving ajar the cottage door,
Painting each sharer’s joyful look,
    The weltering road she hastened o’er.

And through the storm swift-falling—Hark!
    Was that a sob? One moment nigh,
A wild face peered from out the dark—
    Some woeful heart was passing by.

                    III.

The dame had lingered for a space,
    And now upon the threshold met
Her spouse, and, with a radiant face,
    Shut out the darkness and the wet.

A little stir their entrance makes,
    But soon a genial quiet falls;
When, lo! an infant’s wail awakes
    Within the unaccustomed walls.

And both are in mid-speech struck mute,
    And quick, with startled looks, arise,
And listening stand—nor stir a foot—
    Till, hark! again those plaining cries!

Then moving to the couch, that stands
    So white and trim, they—half in awe,
And curious half—with eager hands,
    Aside the snowy curtains draw.

And there it lay, a tiny thing
    All meanly clad and weeping sore;
Such tears no elvish trick could wring,
    No less than mortal grief could pour.

Soon as the baby-form was prest
    In woman’s arms, it hushed its cries;
And turned toward the mother’s breast
    With quivering lips and drowning eyes

They bring it to the light, nor mark
    Without—the wreck of woe and sin—
A form that crouches in the dark,
    A wild white face that peers within,

Praying the woman-soul to save
    Her babe: and to that peaceful hearth
She saw the kiss that welcome gave,
    And fled an outcast of the earth.

The cautious dame had questioned still
    The bounds of charity and right,
Although her inmost soul would thrill
    Above the babe that blessed night.

But for a whisper in her ear,
    That boundless love that hour had claim
“A Christmas gift, we’ll keep it, dear,
    It was to-night the Saviour came.”



Church Bells
by John Keble


Wake me to-night, my mother dear,
That I may hear
The Christmas Bells, so soft and clear,
To high and low glad tidings tell,
How God the Father loved us well;
How God the Eternal Son
Came to undo what we had done.
How God the Paraclete,
Who in the chaste womb formed the Babe so sweet,
In power and glory came, the birth to aid and greet.

Wake me, that I the twelvemonth long
May bear the song
About with me in the world's throng;
That treasured joys of Christmas tide
May with mine hour of gloom abide;
The Christmas Carol ring
Deep in my heart, when I would sing;
Each of the twelve good days
Its earnest yield of duteous love and praise,
Ensuring happy months, and hallowing common ways.

Wake me again, my mother dear,
That I may hear
The peal of the departing year.
O well I love, the step of Time
Should move to that familiar chime:
Fair fall the tones that steep
The Old Year in the dews of sleep,
The New guide softly in,
With hopes to sweet, sad memories akin!
Long may that soothing cadence ear, heart, conscience win.


The Feast Was Prepared
A Christmas Carol

by Isa Craig-Knox

The feast was prepared, and the friends were assembled,
    All friends, there was only one stranger-guest there;
'Mid branches and holly the lights flash'd and trembled;
    And all there were happy, and many were fair.

The children stole forth, while the feast they were bringing,
    Then softly returning, a fair minstrel band
At the door of the chamber with sweet voices singing,
    A carol for Christmas, they stood hand in hand:—

"Ye who with gladness your Christmas are keeping,
    Think of the woes which the wretched endure;
Many with cold and with hunger are weeping—
    Christians to-day should remember the poor.

"With them in the world cold and hunger and weeping—
    To-day came the Saviour for you to endure—
With them to-day Christ his Christmas is keeping;
    You give unto Him when you give to the poor."

The children then held forth their hands, and with pleasure
    Their parents and friends gave them gifts at the door,
The stranger, too, begged he might swell the rich treasure,
    And the sweet singers added their own little store.

Then they join'd in the feast, and in song, and in laughter,
    Their joy before God came up earnest and pure,
Because for His sake who shall judge us hereafter;
    There was feasting that night in some homes of the poor.



He Came All So Still

A Carol
by Anonymous


He came all so still
Where His mother was,
As dew in April
That falleth on the grass.

He came all so still
Where His mother lay,
As dew in April
That falleth on the spray.

He came all so still
To His mother's bower,
As dew in April
That falleth on the flower.

Mother and maiden
Was never none but she!
Well might such a lady
God's mother be.



Of Christ's Birth In An Inn
by Jeremy Taylor

The Blessed Virgin travailed without pain,
    And lodged in an inn,
    A glorious star the sign
But of a greater guest than ever came that way,
    For there He lay
That is the God of night and day,
And over all the pow'rs of heav'n doth reign.
It was the time of great Augustus' tax,
    And then He comes
    That pays all sums,
Even the whole price of lost humanity;
    And sets of free
    From the ungodly emperie
Of Sin, of Satan, and of Death.
O make our hearts, blest God, Thy lodging-place,
    And in our breast
    Be pleased to rest,
For Thou lov'st temples better than an inn,
    And cause that Sin
May not profane the Deity within,
And sully o'er the ornaments of grace.



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