A Book of Christmas VerseHenry Charles Beeching |
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3rd King adored adoremus Dominum Alleluia angels bells ring Bethlehem Bethlem birth blessed blest bliss breast breath bright Christ was born CHRISTMAS CAROL Christmas day Christmas Eve Christmas Mystery dear Divine Grace door doth Drink-hael earth eternal eyes fair feast floor glad glory God's grace hath heart heaven heavenly holly holy HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS Infant J. D. C. PELLOW kiss kneel Lady Launcelot light Lord manger laid Mary Mother merry midnight Centuries ago Minstrels and maids mirth morning Mother of Divine Nativity night nobis Puer natus Noël Nowell poor praise Prince of Peace Proface questing beast RICHARD CRASHAW ROBERT HERRICK round Saint SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE Saviour SAW THREE SHIPS shepherds sing Sir Galahad sleep snow solemn midnight Centuries song soul stand stars thee thine thing thou throne unto Venite virgin Waes-hael wassail weary wind winter
Popular passages
Page 39 - Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.
Page 71 - HARK, the glad sound ! the Saviour comes ! The Saviour promised long ! Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song.
Page 41 - With terror of that blast Shall from the surface to the centre shake, When, at the world's last session, The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread His throne. And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is, But now begins ; for from this happy day The old Dragon under ground, In straiter limits bound, Not half so far casts his usurped sway ; And, wroth to see his kingdom fail, Swindges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
Page 36 - THIS is the month ; and this, the happy Morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King, Of wedded Maid, and virgin Mother born, Our great Redemption from above did bring. For so, the holy Sages once did sing, That he, our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father, work us a perpetual peace.
Page 77 - The time draws near the birth of Christ; The moon is hid, the night is still; A single church below the hill Is pealing, folded in the mist. A single peal of bells below, That wakens at this hour of rest A single murmur in the breast, That these are not the bells I know. Like strangers...
Page 37 - Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain, To welcome Him to this His new abode, Now while the Heaven, by the sun's team untrod, Hath took no print of the approaching light, And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright ? See how from far upon the eastern road The star-led wizards haste with odours sweet...
Page 72 - Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled ! " Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies ; With the angelic host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem.
Page 41 - Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould ; And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
Page 41 - But wisest Fate says No, This must not yet be so, The babe yet lies in smiling infancy, That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss ; So both Himself and us to glorify; Yet first to those ychain'd in sleep, The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep ; XVII.
Page 80 - How keen the stars! his only thought; The air how calm and cold and thin, •In the solemn midnight Centuries ago ! O strange indifference! — low and high Drowsed over common joys and cares: The earth was still — but knew not why; The world was listening — unawares. How calm a moment may precede One that shall thrill the world for ever! To that still moment none would heed, Man's doom was linked, no more to sever, In the solemn midnight Centuries ago.