We count the years by hundreds
Since that first Christmas day.
When in a lowly manger
The little Christ-child lay.
That night some shepherds tending
Their flocks upon the hill,
Heard heavenly voices singing,
"Peace, peace! On earth, good will."
All bright as noon-tide splendor.
A light about them shone,
While louder sang the angels,
"A Saviour hath been born!"
And then a sudden darkness—
The voices died away,
The wondering shepherds hurried
To where the young Child lay.
Their flocks were all untended,
While filled with love and awe,
They bent above the manger
And the Baby Jesus saw.
Then, too, the wise men watching
Beheld a star that shone,
In the blue heavens above them
To tell that Christ was born.
And with their camels laden
With spices and gold.
They came from eastern countries
The young King to behold.
The star still went before them,
And pointing out the way,
It shone upon the stable
Where the Babe of Bethlehem lay
And then, all lowly bending,
They worshipped the young King,
And gave him from their treasures
Full many an offering.

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