CHRISTMAS
"Tis Christmas day; the bells ring out The joyous tidings far and near, And children hail with gladsome shout The merry sound of Christmas cheer.
"Tis Christmas day, the children"s day, When He was born a little child, To take Creation"s sin away, And purify the Truth defiled.
He taught the world to walk by faith, And, lest their feet should go astray, He trod Himself the faithful path, And showed His followers the way.
He taught a Hope to all oppressed By Sorrow"s weight or Sin"s remorse; Himself the contrite sinner blessed, To give His words a greater force.
Oh! ye who tread in Trial"s way, Nor scarce can murmuring resist, Remember, on His natal day, The faithful suffering of Christ.
And ye, whose thoughts in memory trace A darkened life of wrongful deeds, Look up and see His kindly face, Who now for your allegiance pleads.
Oh! Christians, to your name be true, Cast all your faithlessness away, And let your hope be born anew On this, your Saviour"s natal day.
A SERENADE.
From afar, in the dead of night, By the moon"s dim, uncertain light, To salute thee with loving rite, I come, sweetheart, I come.
Oh! refuse not to hear my lay; From the depths of my soul I pray.
Let my accents my love betray To thee, sweetheart, to thee.
As I sing in the shade below, As the words of my greeting flow, I am thrilled with the fervent glow Of love, sweetheart, of love.
I have come from the silent moor, In the still of the midnight hour; I have come by my pa.s.sion"s power For thee, sweetheart, for thee.
Then awake from thy slumbers light; Ere he speed on his homeward flight, Bid thy lover a last good-night.
Good-night, sweetheart, good-night!