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A GREETING FROM THE SUNDAY SCHOOL.
Ho, teachers, friends, and parents dear,
Who join our festive throng,
We send you greeting as we sing
Our merry Christmas song!
The song which here we sing to-night
Shall be the glad refrain
Of that which swept the heavenly lyres
O'er Bethlehem's starlit plain.
Who join our festive throng,
We send you greeting as we sing
Our merry Christmas song!
The song which here we sing to-night
Shall be the glad refrain
Of that which swept the heavenly lyres
O'er Bethlehem's starlit plain.
O ye whose selfish hearts are chilled
Beneath the world's cold blight,
Make room! make room! for lo! He comes—
A Saviour comes to-night.
Hold up to Him your waning lamps,
To fill with oil once more,
Till, from the fount of Love Divine,
Your souls are brimming o'er.
Beneath the world's cold blight,
Make room! make room! for lo! He comes—
A Saviour comes to-night.
Hold up to Him your waning lamps,
To fill with oil once more,
Till, from the fount of Love Divine,
Your souls are brimming o'er.
And ye who bear the ills of life,
And faint beneath its load,
Grown weary of your painful toil
To climb the heavenly road,
Good cheer! good cheer! He comes—He comes,
Your pain and grief to share;
For He who reigns in glory now
Has borne the cross ye bear.
And faint beneath its load,
Grown weary of your painful toil
To climb the heavenly road,
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Your pain and grief to share;
For He who reigns in glory now
Has borne the cross ye bear.
Ho, children! sing, and clap your hands,
And lift your notes of praise
To Him whose heart beats warm with yours,
In childhood's winsome ways.
He came your joyous times to know,—
The babe of heavenly birth;
For He who reigns in glory now
Was once a child on earth.
And lift your notes of praise
To Him whose heart beats warm with yours,
In childhood's winsome ways.
He came your joyous times to know,—
The babe of heavenly birth;
For He who reigns in glory now
Was once a child on earth.
Hail, Santa Claus! whose hand to-night
Brings tokens rich and free:
The fruits that grow in sunniest climes
Hang on the Christmas-tree.
Good-will and Faith and Hope and Love
Its bending branches bear.
Come, let us pluck the healing leaves
And golden clusters there.
Brings tokens rich and free:
The fruits that grow in sunniest climes
Hang on the Christmas-tree.
Good-will and Faith and Hope and Love
Its bending branches bear.
Come, let us pluck the healing leaves
And golden clusters there.
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