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 | The Poetical Works of Frances Ridley Havergal |  |
Christmas Sunshine.
[Do the angels know the blessed day]
Do the angels know the blessed day,And strike their harps anew?
Then may the echo of their lay
Float sweetly down to you,
And fill your soul with Christmas song
That your heart shall echo your whole life long.
[Jesus came!—and came for me!]
Jesus came!—and came for me!Simple words! and yet expressing
Depths of holy mystery,
Depths of wondrous love and blessing.
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All His coming means for me;
Take the things of Christ, I pray,
Show them to my heart to-day.
[Oh, let thy heart make melody]
Oh, let thy heart make melody,And thankful songs uplift,
For Christ Himself is come to be
Thy glorious Christmas gift.
[A happy, happy Christmas]
A happy, happy Christmas,And a happy, happy year!
Oh, we have not deserved it,
And yet we need not fear.
For Jesus has deserved it,
And so, for Jesus' sake,
This cup of joy and blessing
With grateful hand we take.
[There is silence high in the midnight sky]
There is silence high in the midnight sky,And only the sufferers watch the night;
But long ago there was song and glow,
And a message of joy from the Prince of Light,
And the Christmas song of the messenger-throng
The echoes of life shall for ever prolong.
[Great is the mystery]
Great is the mysteryOf wondrous grace,
God manifest we see
In Jesu's face.
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Of Love Divine,
God manifest for me,
And Jesus mine!
[What was the first angelic word]
What was the first angelic wordThat the startled shepherds heard?—
‘Fear not!’ Beloved, it comes to you
As a Christmas message most sweet and true,
As true for you as it was for them
In the lonely fields of Bethlehem;
And as sweet to-day as it was that night,
When the glory dazzled their mortal sight.
[Christ is come to be my Friend]
Christ is come to be my Friend,Leading, loving to the end;
Christ is come to be my King,
Ordering, ruling everything.
Christ is come! Enough for me,
Lonely though the pathway be.
[Give me a song, O Lord]
Give me a song, O Lord,That I may sing to Thee,
In true and sweet accord
With angel minstrelsy.
Oh, tune my heart that it may bring
A Christmas anthem to my King.
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[Swell the notes of the Christmas Song!]
Swell the notes of the Christmas Song!Sound it forth through the earth abroad!
Glory to God!
Blessing and honour, thanks and laud!
Take the joy of the Christmas Song!
Are not the tidings good and true?
Peace to you,
And God's good-will that is ever new!
[Christ is come to be thy light]
Christ is come to be thy light,Shining through the darkest night;
He will make thy pilgrim way
Shine unto the perfect day.
Take the message! let it be
Full of Christmas joy to thee!
| The Poetical Works of Frances Ridley Havergal | |