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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.
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,
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Hail, thou ever-blessed morn!
Come, ye Lofty, Come, ye Lowly
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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;