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was that moth-er mild, Jesus Christ her little Child. A-MEN.

Copyright, 1911, by The Trustees of The Presbyterian Board of Publication and Sabbath-School Work

2 There's a tumult of joy

O'er the wonderful birth!
For the Virgin's sweet Boy
Is the Lord of the Earth.

Ay! the star rains its fire and the beautiful sing,
For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a King.

3 In the light of that star
Lie the ages impearled;
And that song from afar

Has swept over the world:

Every hearth is aflame, and the beautiful sing
In the homes of the nations that Jesus is King.

4 We rejoice in the light,

And we echo the song

That comes down through the night

From the heavenly throng;

Ay! we shout to the lovely evangel they bring,

And we greet in His cradle our Saviour and King.

Josiah G. Holland, 1872 (Copyright: Charles Scribner's Sons)

1 Saw you never in the twilight, When the sun had left the skies,

Up in heaven the clear stars shi- ning Through the gloom, like sil

So of old the wise men watch-ing, Saw a little stranger star,

And they knew the King was given, And they followed it from far. A-MEN.