5 And our eyes at last shall see Him, Through His own redeeming love, For that Child so dear and gentle Is our Lord in heaven above; And He leads His children on To the place where He is gone. 6 With the oxen standing by, Set at God's right hand on high, When, like stars, His children crowned, All in white, shall wait around. Amen. CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER 4 For He is our childhood's pattern, Day by day like us He grew; He was little, weak, and helpless, 125 See, Amid the Winter's Snow Humility 7777 7777 JOHN Goss 5 6 Hail, thou ever-blessed morn! EDWARD CASWALL 126 Come, ye Lofty, Come, ye Lowly Come, ye Lofty 87 878787 GEORGE JOB ELVEY 1. Come, ye loft - y, come, ye low - ly, Let your songs of glad-ncssring; Let us bring our poor oblations Thanks and love, and faith and praise. Come, ye people, come, ye nations, All in all draw nigh to gaze. 4 Hark! the heaven of heavens is ringing, Christ the Lord to man is born! Are not all our hearts too singing Welcome, welcome, Christmas morn ? Still the Child, all power possessing, Smiles as through the ages past; And the song of Christmas blessing Sweetly sinks to rest at last. Amen. ARCHER THOMPSON GURNEY 3 High above a Star is shining, And the wise men haste from far: Come, glad hearts, and spirits pining, For you all has risen the Star; |