 | The Poetical Works of Frances Ridley Havergal |  |
[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.
| The Poetical Works of Frances Ridley Havergal | |