Hush! such a glory was not for thee, CHRISTMAS CAROL. FELICIA HEMANS. O LOVELY Voices of the sky, O clear and shining light, whose beams. Be near through life and death, Of Hope, and Joy, and Faith, O clear and shining light! O star which led to Him, whose love In heaven thou art not set; Thy rays earth might not dim; O star which led to Him! A CHRISTMAS CAROL. DINAH MARIA MULOCK. GOD rest ye, merry gentlemen! let nothing you dismay, For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas Day. The dawn rose red o'er Bethlehem, the stars shone through the gray, When Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas Day. God rest ye, little children; let nothing you affright, For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this happy night; Along the hills of Galilee the white flocks sleeping lay, When Christ, the Child of Nazareth, was born on Christmas Day. God rest ye, all good Christians; upon this blessed morn The Lord of all good Christians was of a woman born. Now all your sorrows He doth heal, your sins He takes away; For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas Day. A CHRISTMAS CAROL. CHRISTINA G. ROSETTI. ARRANGED. IN the bleak mid-winter Frosty wind made moan, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Our God, Heaven cannot hold him Nor earth sustain ; Heaven and earth shall flee away, In the bleak mid-winter Jesus Christ. Angels and archangels May have gathered there; Cherubim and seraphim Thronged the air. What can I give Him, If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb; If I were a wise man, CHRISTMAS CAROL. OLD ENGLISH. LISTEN, lordings, unto me, a tale I will you tell; maid; Weary were they nigh to death, and for a lodging prayed. In the inn they found no room; a scanty bed they made; Soon a babe, an angel pure, was in the manger laid. Forth He came, as light through glass, He came to save us all. In the stable, ox and ass before their Maker fall. Shepherds lay afield that night to keep the silly sheep, Hosts of angels in their sight came down from Heaven's high steep: Tidings! tidings unto you! to you a child is born, Purer than the drops of dew, and brighter than the morn! God was in His manger bed; in worship low they bent. In the morning see ye mind, my masters one and all, At the altar Him to find, who lay within the stall. Chorus. Sing high, sing low, Sing to and fro, Go tell it out with speed, Cry out and shout, All round about, That Christ is born indeed! THE CHRISTMAS HOLLY. ELIZA COOK. THE holly! the holly! oh, twine it with bay — For it helps to drive stern winter away, |