CHRISTMAS POEMS AND CAROLS.
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So touched by all, yet undelayed
By mirth that swayeth to and fro,
Through paths by meditation made
More fair than fairest sylvan shade,
I know to Bethlehem even now
Straightway in holy haste you go,
And o'er the Babe in worship bending
You join the song that knows no ending:
"Gloria in Excelsis."
By mirth that swayeth to and fro,
Through paths by meditation made
More fair than fairest sylvan shade,
I know to Bethlehem even now
Straightway in holy haste you go,
And o'er the Babe in worship bending
You join the song that knows no ending:
"Gloria in Excelsis."
O priest belovèd! where you lead
Could your poor flock but follow on,
We, too, should find the Lord indeed;
No longer would you vainly plead,
But every soul to Him be won;
In every heart His reign begun;
And all our lives with your life blending
Chime evermore the song unending:
"Gloria in Excelsis."
Could your poor flock but follow on,
We, too, should find the Lord indeed;
No longer would you vainly plead,
But every soul to Him be won;
In every heart His reign begun;
And all our lives with your life blending
Chime evermore the song unending:
"Gloria in Excelsis."
