May the Reason for the Season be our joy
and fill us with awe and wonder!
as we 'kneel at the manger'
and worship Him!
Merry Christmas, everyone!
and fill us with awe and wonder!
as we 'kneel at the manger'
and worship Him!
Merry Christmas, everyone!
Lord, let us be like Mary who said, ‘be it unto me’
Like Joseph who trusted in you for all He could not see
Like the shepherds who believed what the angel told to
them
Then dropped what they were doing and hastened to
Bethlehem
Like the wise men who heard and traveled from regions
afar
And did not stop until they found the meaning of the star
So Lord, let it be unto us as in those olden days
May we seek till we find Jesus then bow in humble praise
Amen
© Janet Martin
Sometimes we hear these songs so often the words are almost lost on us...
I love the less familiar last two stanzas of this hymn!
Lyrics for
It Came Upon the Midnight Clear
1 It came upon the midnight clear,
that glorious song of old,
from angels bending near the earth
to touch their harps of gold:
"Peace on the earth, good will to men,
from heaven's all-gracious King."
The world in solemn stillness lay,
to hear the angels sing
that glorious song of old,
from angels bending near the earth
to touch their harps of gold:
"Peace on the earth, good will to men,
from heaven's all-gracious King."
The world in solemn stillness lay,
to hear the angels sing
.
2 Still through the cloven skies they come
with peaceful wings unfurled,
and still their heavenly music floats
o'er all the weary world;
above its sad and lowly plains,
they bend on hovering wing,
and ever o'er its Babel sounds
the blessed angels sing.
with peaceful wings unfurled,
and still their heavenly music floats
o'er all the weary world;
above its sad and lowly plains,
they bend on hovering wing,
and ever o'er its Babel sounds
the blessed angels sing.
3 And ye, beneath life's crushing load,
whose forms are bending low,
who toil along the climbing way
with painful steps and slow,
look now! for glad and golden hours
come swiftly on the wing.
O rest beside the weary road,
and hear the angels sing!
whose forms are bending low,
who toil along the climbing way
with painful steps and slow,
look now! for glad and golden hours
come swiftly on the wing.
O rest beside the weary road,
and hear the angels sing!
4 For lo! the days are hastening on,
by prophet seen of old,
when with the ever-circling years
shall come the time foretold
when peace shall over all the earth
its ancient splendors fling,
and the whole world send back the song
which now the angels sing.
by prophet seen of old,
when with the ever-circling years
shall come the time foretold
when peace shall over all the earth
its ancient splendors fling,
and the whole world send back the song
which now the angels sing.
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