"He comes the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,
And with the treasures of His grace
To bless the humble poor."
Then came a pause, while through the quiet night there floated the sound of distant bells.
"Look!" said Piers suddenly.
And Avery, kneeling beside him, raised her eyes.
There, high above the trees, alone and splendid, there shone a great, quivering star.
His arm slid round her neck. "The Star of Hope, Avery," he whispered.
"Yours—and mine."
She clung to him silently, with a closeness that was passionate.
And so the last verse, very clear and strong, came to them out of the night.
"Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim,
And Heaven's eternal arches ring
With Thy beloved Name.
And Heaven's eternal arches ring
With Thy beloved Name."
Avery leaned her head against her husband's shoulder. "I hear an angel singing," she said.