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A Christmas Hymn.
O lift your voices clear in chorus sweet,
To greet the Christmas morn that dawns once more!
On the still air the holy hymn outpour,
And yet again the lofty strain repeat;
To greet the Christmas morn that dawns once more!
On the still air the holy hymn outpour,
And yet again the lofty strain repeat;
While the melodious organ pealing slow
In golden tones resounding far and wide,
Bears the soul upward on its solemn tide
Till all earth's sins and cares are left below;
In golden tones resounding far and wide,
Bears the soul upward on its solemn tide
Till all earth's sins and cares are left below;
And listening angels might rejoice to hear
A sound so high and pure,—might join the song,
Praising unheard, unseen, a glorious throng,
A choir invisible, light hovering near.
A sound so high and pure,—might join the song,
Praising unheard, unseen, a glorious throng,
A choir invisible, light hovering near.
Children of earth and heaven, together sing,
And hail the star of splendor set on high!
Let your hosannas echo to the sky,
To welcome your Redeemer and your King.
And hail the star of splendor set on high!
Let your hosannas echo to the sky,
To welcome your Redeemer and your King.
CELIA THAXTER.
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