On Christmas Day. 95 Adorning bless th' Almighty's boundless Grace From a manuscript volume, written by THE HEAVENLY CHOIR. What sudden blaze of song Spreads o'er th' expanse of heaven? In waves of light it thrills along, Th' angelic signal given "Glory to God!" from yonder central fire Flows out the echoing lay beyond the starry quire; Like circles widening round Upon a clear blue river, Orb after orb, the wondrous sound Is echoed on forever; Yet stay, before thou dare To join that festal throng; Listen and mark what gentle air First stirred the tide of song; 'Tis not, "the Saviour born in David's home, To whom for power and health obedient worlds should come :" The Heavenly Choir. 97 'Tis not "the Christ the Lord:" With fix'd adoring look The choir of angels caught the word, Nor yet their silence broke; But when they heard the sign, where Christ should be, In sudden light they shone and heavenly har mony. Wrapped in His swaddling-bands, The hope and glory of all lands Is come to the world's aid: No peaceful home upon His cradle smiled, Guests rudely went and came where slept the royal Child. But where Thou dwellest, Lord, Bethlehem must lose Thee soon, but Thou wilt grace The single heart to be Thy pure abiding-place. Thee, on the bosom laid Of a pure virgin mind, In quiet ever, and in shade, Shepherd and sage may find; They who have bow'd untaught to nature's sway, And they who follow truth along her starpaved way. The pastoral spirits first Approach Thee, Babe divine, For they in lowly thoughts are nursed, Meet for Thy lowly shrine: Sooner than they should miss where Thou dost dwell, Angels from heaven will stoop to guide them to Thy cell. Still, as the day comes round For Thee to be revealed, By wakeful shepherds Thou art found, Abiding in the field. All through the wintry heaven and chill night air, In music and in light Thou dawnest on their prayer. O faint not ye for fear— What though your wandering sheep, Reckless of what they see and hear, Lie lost in wilful sleep? High heaven in mercy to your sad annoy Still greets you with glad tidings of immortal joy. |