The grace He revealeth to me.
For when Jesus doth nestle adown in the breast,
There is light, there is joy and content:
Oh, blessed Messiah, that mercy impart,
Ere my days upon earth shall be spent.
Grant me then, O my Savior, a Christmas to know
All aglow with the message of peace;
And in life, or in death, or in joy, or in woe
My gratitude never shall cease.
Of course, Uncle Mark thanked them very much for the song, yes, even with tears in his eyes. When they went away, he raised his head and waved a good-bye with his hand, and smiled. But when they were gone, the tears ran down his cheeks, for he never saw them again, and they never sang another song to their dear uncle.