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THE GLAD EVANGEL
A Christmas Carol *
THERE'S a song in the air!
There's a star in the sky!
There's a mother's deep prayer
And the star rains its fire while the Beautiful
For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a king.
There's a tumult of joy
Is the Lord of the earth,
Ay! the star rains its fire and the Beautiful
For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a king!
In the light of that star
Has swept over the world.
From "The Poetical Works of J. G. Holland." Copy right, 1881, by Charles Scribner's Sons.
Every hearth is aflame, and the Beautiful sing
We rejoice in the light,
And we echo the song
That comes down through the night
From the heavenly throng.
Ay! we shout to the lovely evangel they bring,
JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND.
Run, shepherds, run where Bethlehem blest ap
We bring the best of news; be not dismayed:
In a poor cottage inned, a virgin maid,
A weakling did him bear, who all upbears;
In which the power of Satan broken is:
Thus singing, through the air the angels swam,
The Glad Evangel
"While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks by Night"
Like small curled feathers, white and soft,
The little clouds went by,
Across the moon, and past the stars,
In upland pastures, where the grass
Like snowy clouds the young sheep lay,
The shepherds slept; and, glimmering faint,
Only their fire's crackling flames
Save when a young lamb raised his head,
With finger on her solemn lip,
Night hushed the shadowy earth,
And only stars and angels saw
The Glad Evangel
Then came such flash of silver light
Across the bending skies,
The wondering shepherds woke, and hid
And all their gentle sleepy flock
Nor knew the light that dimmed the stars
"The Christ is born! the Lord has come,
Good-will on earth to bring!"
Then o'er the moonlit, misty fields,
Dumb with the world's great joy,
The shepherds sought the white-walled town,
Where lay the baby boy
And oh, the gladness of the world,
The glory of the skies,
Because the longed-for Christ looked up
In Mary's happy eyes!
The Star Song
Tell us, thou clear and heavenly tongue,