| CAROL, SWEETLY CAROL |
Carol, sweetly carol, A Saviour born to-day; Bear the joyful tidings, Oh, bear them far away! Carol, sweetly carol, Till earth's remotest bound Shall hear the mighty chorus, And echo back the sound. CHORUS. Carol, sweetly carol, Carol sweetly to-day; Bear the joyful tidings, Oh, bear them far away. Carol, sweetly carol, As when the angel throng, O'er the vales of Judah, Awoke the heavenly song: Carol, sweetly carol, Good will, and peace, and love, Glory in the highest To God who reigns above. Carol, sweetly carol, The happy Christmas time: Hark! the bells are pealing Their merry, merry chime: Carol, sweetly carol, Ye shining ones above, Sing in loudest numbers, Oh, sing redeeming love! |
THE COMING OF THE MAGI
| "'What means this glory round our feet,' The Magi mused, 'more bright than morn?' And voices chanted, clear and sweet, 'To-day the Prince of Peace is born.'" |
| --James Russell Lowell |
| "Lo! star-led chiefs Assyrian odors bring, And bending Magi seek their Infant King." |
| --Heber |
| CRADLE HYMN |
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, The little Lord Jesus laid down His head. The stars in the bright sky looked down where He lay-- The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay. The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes, But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes. I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky, And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh. |
| --Martin Luther. |