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A HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS MORNING.
A HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS MORNING.
1855.
T is the Christmas time:And up and down 'twixt heaven and earth,
In glorious grief and solemn mirth,
The shining angels climb.
And unto everything
That lives and moves, for heaven, on earth,
"With equal share of grief and mirth,
The shining angels sing:—
That lives and moves, for heaven, on earth,
"With equal share of grief and mirth,
The shining angels sing:—
"Babes new-born, undefined,
In lowly hut, or mansion wide—
Sleep safely through this Christmas-tide
When Jesus was a child.
In lowly hut, or mansion wide—
Sleep safely through this Christmas-tide
When Jesus was a child.
"O young men, bold and free,
In peopled town, or desert grim,
When ye are tempted like to Him
'The man Christ Jesus' see.
In peopled town, or desert grim,
When ye are tempted like to Him
'The man Christ Jesus' see.
"Poor mothers, with your hoard
Of endless love and countless pain—
Of endless love and countless pain—
