Once in royal David?s city Stood a lowly cattle shed Where a Mother laid her Baby In a manger for His bed: Mary was that Mother mild Jesus Christ her little Child … With the poor and mean and lowly Lived on earth our Savior Holy.
O little town of Bethlehem How still we see thee lie; Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by; Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting Light. The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee tonight. For Christ is born of Mary And gathered all above While mortals sleepthe angels keep Their watch of wond?ring love. O morning stars together Proclaim the holy birth And praises sing to God the King And peace to men on earth. How silently how silently The wondrous gift is giv?n! So God imparts to human hearts The blessings of his heav?n. No ear may hear his coming; But in this world of sin Where meek souls will receive him still The dear Christ enters in.
Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds
Christmas parable: The stable boy had finished work that day Had filled the manger with new fragrant hay Had fed the beasts and usually would sleep Snuggled for warmth among the placid sheep; But not tonight for he?d conceived a plan To join a merchant?s camel caravan And travel to far places. He had heard Exciting tales of cities which had stirred His longing for adventure. He would go Where things were happening; his friends would know Why he had gone. He often said to them Oh nothing happens here in bethlehem. He looked back once before they traveled far And wondered vaguely: why that brilliant star?
Christmas and New Year Bells The time draws near the birth of Christ: The moon is hid; the night is still; The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist. Four voices of four hamlets round From far and near on mead and moor Swell o
What Child Is This? What Child is this who laid to rest On Marys lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherds watch are keeping? Refrain: This this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing; Haste haste to bring Him laud The Babe the Son of Mary. Why lies He in such mean estate Where ox and ass are feeding? Good Christians fear: for sinners here The silent Word is pleading. Refrain So bring Him incense gold and myrrh Come peasant King to own Him; The King of Kings salvation brings; Let loving hearts enthrone Him! Refrain
A good conscience is a continued Christmas.
I have often thought it happens very well that Christmas should fall out in the Middle of Winter.
Once in royal David?s city Stood a lowly cattle shed Where a Mother laid her Baby In a manger for His bed: Mary was that Mother mild Jesus Christ her little Child … With the poor and mean and lowly Lived on earth our Savior Holy.
O little town of Bethlehem How still we see thee lie; Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by; Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting Light. The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee tonight. For Christ is born of Mary And gathered all above While mortals sleepthe angels keep Their watch of wond?ring love. O morning stars together Proclaim the holy birth And praises sing to God the King And peace to men on earth. How silently how silently The wondrous gift is giv?n! So God imparts to human hearts The blessings of his heav?n. No ear may hear his coming; But in this world of sin Where meek souls will receive him still The dear Christ enters in.
What I dont like about office Christmas parties is looking for a job the next day.
Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds
At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in Mays new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows.
Christmas parable: The stable boy had finished work that day Had filled the manger with new fragrant hay Had fed the beasts and usually would sleep Snuggled for warmth among the placid sheep; But not tonight for he?d conceived a plan To join a merchant?s camel caravan And travel to far places. He had heard Exciting tales of cities which had stirred His longing for adventure. He would go Where things were happening; his friends would know Why he had gone. He often said to them Oh nothing happens here in bethlehem. He looked back once before they traveled far And wondered vaguely: why that brilliant star?
Christmas and New Year Bells The time draws near the birth of Christ: The moon is hid; the night is still; The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist. Four voices of four hamlets round From far and near on mead and moor Swell o
What Child Is This? What Child is this who laid to rest On Marys lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherds watch are keeping? Refrain: This this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing; Haste haste to bring Him laud The Babe the Son of Mary. Why lies He in such mean estate Where ox and ass are feeding? Good Christians fear: for sinners here The silent Word is pleading. Refrain So bring Him incense gold and myrrh Come peasant King to own Him; The King of Kings salvation brings; Let loving hearts enthrone Him! Refrain
At Christmas play and make good cheer For Christmas comes but once a year.