The Child Jesus. 87 THE CHILD JESUS. A CORNISH CAROL. Welcome that star in Judah's sky, The tones that thrilled the shepherd men : Thus angels smote the echoing chord; The Shepherds sought that birth divine, Where lowing oxen round Him trod: Those voices from on high are mute, Glory to God in loftiest heaven! Touch with glad hand the ancient chord; Good tidings unto man forgiven, Peace from the presence of the Lord. Robert Stephen Hawker. Long Ago. 89 LONG AGO. In the bleak mid-winter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak wind-winter Long ago. Our God, heaven cannot hold Him, Nor earth sustain; Heaven and earth shall flee away When He comes to reign: In the bleak mid-winter A stable-place sufficed The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ. Enough for Him whom cherubim A breastful of milk And a mangerful of hay; Enough for Him whom angels Fall down before, The ox and ass and camel Which adore. |