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A LITTLE CHRISTMAS SERMON.
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Blessing all for His dear sake,
As His blessing ye partake;
Happier, thus, His world to make.

This is love; a service light,
Done with all your little might:
None shall fail to do it right.

Let your little hearts reply
To the angels in the sky:
"Love shall reign eternally!

"God is love forevermore;
Love we Him, and Him adore
In the Christ-Child born of yore."

Let your lives ring out His praise
Like a chime His finger sways:
Sweet as carols be your days.

Beautiful with holiness,
Let your daily deeds confess
In whose Name ye seek to bless.

This is what the Carols mean;
What the Chime rung clear between
What the bounteous Evergreen.