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CHRISTMAS HYMN.
Awake, awake, all earth, and sing!
Your kindling harps to concert bring:
From every isle, and every shore,
The choral volumes sweetly pour.
Then high as Heaven your anthem swell,
The joy of man redeemed to tell:
A tide of life, not death can stem,
Was in the Star of Bethlehem!
Your kindling harps to concert bring:
From every isle, and every shore,
The choral volumes sweetly pour.
Then high as Heaven your anthem swell,
The joy of man redeemed to tell:
A tide of life, not death can stem,
Was in the Star of Bethlehem!
Ye saints who rest, from out the tomb
Ye shall immortal rise, and bloom:
A rainbow-promise spans your dust;
An angel holds it o'er his trust!
And ye, who yet in Christ shall sleep,
The same bright guard your rest will keep;
Rejoice, for he is one of them
Who sang the Birth at Bethlehem!
Ye shall immortal rise, and bloom:
A rainbow-promise spans your dust;
An angel holds it o'er his trust!
And ye, who yet in Christ shall sleep,
The same bright guard your rest will keep;
Rejoice, for he is one of them
Who sang the Birth at Bethlehem!
Ho! ye who feel 't is keen to bear
The spirit-wound, yet know not where
To seek relief,—the balm to find
Upon an aching soul to bind;
The balsam is with Him alone,
To whom all mortal woe is known!
There 's healing in his garment's hem,
Who took our form at Bethlehem.
The spirit-wound, yet know not where
To seek relief,—the balm to find
Upon an aching soul to bind;
The balsam is with Him alone,
To whom all mortal woe is known!
There 's healing in his garment's hem,
Who took our form at Bethlehem.
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And, ye who reel beneath a load
Of earth, on life's uneven road,
Your burdens drop, for spirits free,
And clap your hands in jubilee.
Be wise;—your myrrh and spices bring,
And kneel before your Heavenly King,—
The light of New Jerusalem,
Though once the Babe of Bethlehem.
Of earth, on life's uneven road,
Your burdens drop, for spirits free,
And clap your hands in jubilee.
Be wise;—your myrrh and spices bring,
And kneel before your Heavenly King,—
The light of New Jerusalem,
Though once the Babe of Bethlehem.
Look up! the glorious vision swells,—
The city where his Presence dwells!
From pearly gates, and jasper walls,
And golden streets, behold, He calls,—
He calls you to come in, and share
The treasures of his kingdom there!
'T was of Jehovah's crown the gem,—
That Holy Star of Bethlehem!
The city where his Presence dwells!
From pearly gates, and jasper walls,
And golden streets, behold, He calls,—
He calls you to come in, and share
The treasures of his kingdom there!
'T was of Jehovah's crown the gem,—
That Holy Star of Bethlehem!
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