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AT THE CRIB
Children and such as childly hearted are
Crowd round Thy cradle, Baby-King,
And listen to the whispering
Of the Holy Dove who soon, as if a star,
Will Christward lead His pilgrims from afar,
Their offerings pure to bring.
Crowd round Thy cradle, Baby-King,
And listen to the whispering
Of the Holy Dove who soon, as if a star,
Will Christward lead His pilgrims from afar,
Their offerings pure to bring.
What can we offer Thee, O Babe divine,
What can we do to prove
The all-too-little love
Which Thou, whose heart is love's exhaustless mine,
Wilt look upon, Thou sweetest, most benign,
As Thy own treasure-trove?
What can we do to prove
The all-too-little love
Which Thou, whose heart is love's exhaustless mine,
Wilt look upon, Thou sweetest, most benign,
As Thy own treasure-trove?
Thou Splendour of the Father, Thou whose face
Reflects each look of His,
What lesser glory is this,
Wherein Thy happy children come to trace
That human likeness, grace imposed on grace,
By Mary's mother-bliss?
Reflects each look of His,
What lesser glory is this,
Wherein Thy happy children come to trace
That human likeness, grace imposed on grace,
By Mary's mother-bliss?
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Thrice-holy Babe, in this Thy birthday tide,
Bid every mother see
Her child by light of Thee;
And every friend the friend he walks beside
Behold with eyes that light sets open wide,
As for eternity.
Bid every mother see
Her child by light of Thee;
And every friend the friend he walks beside
Behold with eyes that light sets open wide,
As for eternity.
Let the dear greeting “Happy Christmas!” run
Freely from heart and lip;
Let no earth-trouble nip
The joy in the beloved Little Son:
And by that joy be all His children one
In hallowed fellowship.
Freely from heart and lip;
Let no earth-trouble nip
The joy in the beloved Little Son:
And by that joy be all His children one
In hallowed fellowship.
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