This is the day the Lord hath made : William Austin. PEACE. My soul, there is a country All skilful in the wars. There, above noise and danger, Sweet Peace sits crowned with smiles, And one born in a manger Commands the beauteous files. He is thy gracious friend, And (oh, my soul, awake!) Did in pure love descend, To die here for thy sake. If thou canst get but thither, There grows the flower of Peace, The Rose that cannot wither, Thy fortress and thy ease. But One, who never changes, Henry Vaughan. O SAVIOUR, Whom this holy morn To mortal want and labour horn, Incarnate Word! by every grief, If, gaily clothed and proudly fed, If, pressed by poverty severe, Through fickle fortune's various scene, From sin preserve us free; Like us Thou hast a mourner been, May we rejoice with Thee! Reginald Heber. O tidings of comfort and joy, For Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas Day. In Bethlehem in Jewry This blessed Babe was born, And laid within a manger, Upon this blessed morn; The which His mother Mary, Nothing did take in scorn. O tidings of comfort and joy, For Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas Day. From God our Heavenly Father A blessed angel came, And unto certain shepherds Brought tidings of the same; How that in Bethlehem was born The Son of God by name. O tidings of comfort and joy, For Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas Day. Fear not then, said the angel, Let nothing you affright, Of virtue, power, and might, O tidings of comfort and joy, For Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas Day. |