This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1885 edition. Excerpt: ...the space we soar To join the living commonwealth, And Christ the King adore! THE FIRST CHRISTMAS EVE. The weary earth is hushed to rest, The sun has sunk into the West, And tender rays of golden light Crown Bethlehem's crest with glory bright. The terraced rows of olive trees, The vines that rustle in ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1885 edition. Excerpt: ...the space we soar To join the living commonwealth, And Christ the King adore! THE FIRST CHRISTMAS EVE. The weary earth is hushed to rest, The sun has sunk into the West, And tender rays of golden light Crown Bethlehem's crest with glory bright. The terraced rows of olive trees, The vines that rustle in the breeze, Illumined are with crimson hue, Which robes the hills in vesture new. The brook glides on its banks between, The flocks lie down in pastures green, Their watches now the shepherds keep, And village folk are wrapped in sleep. The moon full-orbed floats into view, The Pleiades their path pursue, The milky-way o'erspreads the sky, And peace on all the earth doth lie. No sound upon the stillness breaks, Nor rude alarm the welkin wakes, And e'en the shepherds' trusty guide, Is silent by his master's side. THE FIliST CHRISTMAS EVE. This blessed night upon the plain Will see begin Immanuel's reign, When countless hosts will till the sky, And God his Son will glorify. And can it be He comes this night, That Heaven and Earth will soon unite, That heralds of the heavenly King, The fulness of the times shall sing? If shepherds' hearts commune with God, As down the vale their path is trod, They have no sweet expectancy Of what their eyes so soon shall see; Or that the angel hymns at morn Will teach them that the Christ is born, Or that they'd haste to worship Him, Whose glory time shall never dim. THE CHRISTMAS GLORY. Arise! O, my soul, on this Christmas so blest, And tell the glad story, to shepherds confest, Of the mercy of God and His infinite love, In sending salvation from Heaven above. I wish I had been with the shepherds that night, When the angelic herald, all haloed with light, Burst forth 'mid the stars, through the heavenly gate, ...
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