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SONGS OF BETHLEHEM.

[The Babe has gone!]

The Babe has gone!
He is no longer here;
Empty the manger-bed
Where first He laid His Head.
All now are gone!
The Mother and her Son;
The angels are gone home,
Their voice of praise is dumb.
Upon His throne
Now sits the royal Son,
And joy to Bethlehem is given,—
It has become the gate of Heaven.

[Here Peace alighted once]

Here Peace alighted once,
But could not find a home,
To Him who brought it, Earth
Could give no room.
Peace in that cradle lay,
The Prince of Peace was there;
The fulness of His peace
He brought with man to share.
That crib all Heaven contains
Th' eternal Life there lay.
There is the open gate
And there the living way.

[From Thy high celestial Home]

From Thy high celestial Home,
King of Glory Thou art come!
Thee manifest in flesh we know,
At Thy cradle would we bow.
Child of Heaven, the Virgin's Son,
Heir of the eternal throne,
We the true Messiah see,
Babe of Bethlehem, in Thee.
Bearer of sin's heavy load,
Son of man, yet Son of God:
Christ, our King and Lord, to Thee
Everlasting glory be!

[Bethlehem, awake!]

Bethlehem, awake!
To thee thy glory take;
Put on thy fair array
Thou Daughter of the Day.

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Arise, and shine;
Earth's crown is thine.
City of cities thou,
To whom the nations bow.
Metropolis of earth,
The place of royal birth,
Heaven's glory now
Rests on Thy lowly brow.

[Sons of men, behold your King!]

Sons of men, behold your King!
Lowliest of the lowly He;
Yet the highest of the high,
Helpless in that manger see.
He has come to bear our sins;
He has come to break our chains;
He has come with healing balm
For earth's thousand thousand pains.
Silent there He helpless lies,
Yet to speak the word of power
In the resurrection day,
In the awful judgment hour.

[Feeding their sheep they found the Lamb of God]

Feeding their sheep they found the Lamb of God;
The Lamb without a blemish or a stain;
The altar-Lamb, the Lamb of sacrifice,
The Lamb from everlasting ages slain.
Feeding their sheep they found the Shepherd good
Who gave His life a ransom for the sheep;
The Shepherd who, in love, His scattered flock
Came down from Heaven to gather and to keep.
Feeding their sheep they found the fold of Heaven,
Which whoso enters shall go out no more;
The living water there, the pastures green,
The soft fresh air of the celestial shore.