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IT IS THE CHRISTMAS-TIME 
 
 BY MISS MULOCK 
 
 WITH TWKLVK IDEAL CHRISTMAS HYMNS AND POEMS 
 
 ILL USTRA TED 
 
 BOSTON 
 D. LOTHROP AND COMPANY 
 
 FRANKLIN AND HAVVLEV STREETS 
 
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 A HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS MORNING. 
 
 " Poor mothers, with your hoard 
 Of endless love and countless pain — 
 Remember all her grief, her gain, 
 
 The Mother of the Lord. 
 
 " Mourners, half blind with woe, 
 Look up I One standeth in his place, 
 And by the pity of his face 
 
 The Man of Sorrows know. 
 
 '' Wanderers in far countrie, 
 O think of Him who came, forgot, 
 To His own, and they received Him not — 
 
 Jesus of Galilee. 
 
 '' all ye who have trod 
 The wine-press of affliction, lay 
 Your hearts before His heart this day — 
 
 Behold the Christ of God!" 
 
 Miss MulocJc. 
 
 VVANDEKEKS IN KAU COUNTItlE." 
 

 
 Willi, !•, sirEl'HKKnS WAT<^IIKD THKIR KI.OCKS BY NUillT." 
 
 WHILE SHEPHERDS WATCHED THEIR FLOCKS BY NIGHT. 
 
 While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night, 
 
 All seated on the ground, 
 The angel of the Lord came down, 
 
 And glor}^ shone around. 
 
 " Fear not," said he ; (for mighty dread 
 
 Had seized their troubled mind;) 
 " Glad tidings of great joy I bring 
 
 To you and all mankind. 
 
 " To you in David's town this daj- 
 
 Is born of David's line 
 The Saviour, wlio is Christ the Lord ; 
 
 And this shall be the sign. 
 
 " The Heavenly Babe you there shall find 
 
 To human view displayed. 
 All meanly wrapt in swathing bands, 
 
 And in a manfj-er laid." 
 
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 WHILE SHEPHERDS WATCHED THEIR FLOCKS BY NIGHT. 
 
 Thus spake the Seraph ; and forthwith 
 
 Appeared a shining throng 
 Of angels, praising God, and thus 
 
 Addressed their joyful song. 
 
 " All glory be to God on high, 
 
 And to the earth be peace ; 
 Good will henceforth from Heaven to men 
 
 Begin, and never cease ! " 
 
 — Nahum Tate, 
 
A.\U TO Till-; LAhlH UK I'tACt. 
 
'HAUK ! THK HKHAI.n ANOELS SINO.' 
 
 HARK ! THE HERALD ANGELS SING. 
 
 Hark ! the herald angels sing, 
 " Glory to the new-born King : 
 Peace on earth, and mercy mild, 
 God and sinners reconciled ! " 
 Joyful all ye nations, rise, 
 Join the triumph of the skies ; 
 Universal nature, say, 
 Christ the Lord is born to-day ! 
 
 Christ, by highest Heaven adored ; 
 Christ, the Everlasting Lord ; 
 Late in time behold Him come, 
 Offspring of a Virgin's womb ; 
 Veiled in flesh the Godhead see, 
 Hail, th' Incarnate Deity, 
 Pleased as man with men to appear, 
 Jesus our Immanuel here ! 
 
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 HARK! THE HERALD ANGELS SING. 
 
 Hail ! the heavenly Prince of Peace ! 
 
 Hail ! the son of Righteousness ! 
 
 Light and life to all He brings, 
 
 Risen with healing in his wings. 
 
 Mild he lays his glory by, 
 
 Born that man no more may die. 
 
 Born to raise the sons of earth. 
 
 Born to give them second birth. 
 
 Come, Desire of nations, come, 
 
 Fix in us thy humble home. 
 
 Rise, the woman's conquering seed, 
 
 Bruise in us the Serpent's head. 
 
 Now display thy saving power. 
 
 Ruined nature now restore, 
 
 Now in mystic union join 
 
 Thine to ours, and ours to thine. , 
 
 Adam's likeness, Lord, efface ; 
 Stamp thy image in its place; 
 Second Adam from above. 
 Reinstate us in Tliy love. 
 Let us Thee, though lost, regain, 
 Thee, the Life, the Heavenly Man: 
 0, to all Thy self impart. 
 Formed in each believing heart ! 
 
 — Charles Wesley. 
 
THE STAR-SONG. 
 
 Tell us, thou clear and heavenly tongue, 
 Where is the Babe but lately sprung ? 
 Lies he the lily-banks among ? 
 
 Or say, if this new Birth of ours 
 Sleeps, laid within some ark of flowers. 
 Spangled with dew-light ; thou canst clear 
 All doubts, and manifest the where. 
 
 Declare to us, l)right star, if we shall seek 
 Ilim in the morning's blushing cheek, 
 Or search the beds of spices througli, 
 To find him out ? 
 
 Star: No. tliis ye need not do; 
 But only come and see Him rest. 
 A princely babe, on 's mother's breast. 
 
 ■JioUrt J It r rick. 
 
EPIPHANY. 
 
 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, 
 
 Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid ! 
 ar of the east, the horizon adorning, 
 Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! 
 
 Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining, 
 Low lies His bed with the beasts of the stall ; 
 
 Ang;els adore Him in slumber reclinino; — 
 Maker, and monarch, and Saviour of all. 
 
 Say, shall we yield him in costly devotion. 
 Odors of Edom, and offerings divine : 
 
 Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean ; 
 Myrrh from the forest and gold from the mine ? 
 
 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, 
 
 Vainly with gold would His favor secure ; 
 
 Richer by far is the heart's adoration, 
 
 Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 
 
 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning. 
 Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid ! 
 
 Star of the east, the horizon adorning. 
 Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! 
 
 — Reginald Heber. 
 
ii'oN A <i.i;ak Hi.rK uiVEU." 
 
 A CHRISTMAS HYMN. 
 
 What sudden blaze of song 
 
 Spreads o'er the expanse of Heaven ? 
 In waves of light it thrills along, 
 Th' angelic signal given : 
 Glory to God ! from yonder central fire 
 Flows out the echoing lay beyond the starry choir. 
 
 Like circles widening round 
 Upon a clear blue river. 
 Orb after orb, the wondrous sound 
 Is echoed on forever : 
 "Glory to God on high, on earth be peace, 
 And love toward men of love, salvation and release ! 
 
 Yet stay, before thou dare 
 
 To join that festal throng ; 
 Listen, and mark what gentle air 
 First stirred the tide of song: 
 'T is not, '' the Saviour born in David's home, 
 To whom for power and health obedient worlds should come." 
 
22 A CHEI8TMAS HYMN. 
 
 'T is not, "the Christ the Lord": 
 
 With fixed adoring look 
 The choir of angels caught the word, 
 Nor yet their silence broke : 
 But when they heard the sign, where Christ should be, 
 In sudden light they shone, and heavenly harmony. 
 
 Wrapped in His swaddling bands. 
 
 And in his manger laid. 
 The Hope and Glory of all lands 
 Is come to the world's aid : 
 No peaceful home upon His cradle smiled ; 
 Guests rudely went and came, where slept the royal Child. 
 
 But where Thou dwellest, Lord, 
 No other thought should be ; 
 Once duly welcomed and adored. 
 How should I part with Thee ? 
 Bethlehem must lose Thee soon ; but Thou wilt grace 
 The single heart to be Thy sure abiding-place. 
 
 Thee, on the bosom laid 
 
 Of a pure virgin mind. 
 In quiet ever and in shade 
 Shepherd and sage may find ; 
 They, who have bowed untaught to nature's sway. 
 And they, who follow Truth along her star-paved way. 
 
 The pastoral spirits first 
 
 Approach Thee, Babe divine ; 
 
A CHRISTMAS HYMN. 
 
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 For they in lonely thoughts are nurst, 
 Meet for thy lowly shrine ; 
 Sooner than they should miss where Thou dost dwell. 
 Angels from Heaven will stoop to guide them to Thy cell. 
 
 Still as the day comes round 
 
 For Thee to be revealed, 
 By wakeful shepherds thou art found, 
 Abidino; in the field : 
 All through the wintry heaven and chill night air 
 In music and in light Thou dawnest on their prayer. 
 
 ''\.;ii: \VAM)i;i;iN<; siiket ! 
 
 faint not ye for fear ! 
 
 What though your wandering sheep, 
 Reckless of what they see and hear, 
 Lie lost in wilful sleep ? 
 High Heaven, in mercy to your sad annoy. 
 Still greets you with glad tidings of immortal joy. 
 
26 THE ANGEL S SONG. 
 
 Think on the eternal home 
 The Saviour left for you ; 
 Think on the Lord most holy, come 
 To dwell with hearts untrue : 
 So shall ye tread untried His pastoral ways, 
 And in the darkness sing your carol of high praise. 
 
 — John Kehle. 
 
 THE ANGEL'S SONG. 
 
 It came upon the n^.idnight clear. 
 
 That glorious song of old, 
 From angels bending near the earth, 
 
 To touch their harps of gold : 
 " Peace on earth, good will to men, 
 
 From Heaven's all-gracious King." 
 The world in solemn stillness lay 
 
 To hear the ang-els sino;. 
 
 Still thro' the cloven skies they come, 
 With peaceful wings unfurled ; 
 
 And still their heavenly music floats 
 O'er all the weary world : 
 
AMI \ I.. 1.1 M. \ I II 1,11 I. ■- ( Kl'^lllNl. LOAD. 
 
THE ANGEL'S SONG. 
 
 Above its sad and lowly i)lains 
 They bend on hovering wing, 
 
 And ever o'er its Babel sounds 
 The blessed ano;els sincr. 
 
 But with the woes of sin and strife 
 
 The world has suffered long ; 
 Beneath the angel-strain have rolled 
 
 Two thousand years of wrong ; 
 And man, at war with n)an, liears not 
 
 The love- song which they bring : 
 hush the noise, ye men of strife, 
 
 And hear the ano;els sino;. 
 
 And ye, l)eneath life's crushing load 
 
 Whose forms are bendino; low, 
 Who toil along the climbing way, 
 
 With painful steps and slow — 
 Look now ; for glad and golden hours 
 
 Come swiftly on the wing : 
 rest beside tlie wear}^ road, 
 
 And hear the angels sing. 
 
 For lo, the days are hastening on 
 By prophet bards foretold, 
 
 When with the ever circling years 
 Conies round the ai2;e of gold 
 
30 THE ANGELS. 
 
 When Peace shall over all the earth 
 
 Its ancient splendors fling, 
 And the whole world ,o;ive back the song 
 
 Which now the ano;els sing;. 
 
 — liev. E. H. ^ears. 
 
 THE ANGELS. 
 
 Run. shepherds, run where Bethlehem blest appears. 
 
 We bring the best of news ; be not dismayed : 
 A Saviour there is born more old than years, 
 
 Amidst Heaven's rolling height this earth who stayed. 
 In a poor cottage inned, a virgin maid 
 
 A weakling did him bear, who all upbears ; 
 There is he poorly swaddled, in manger laid, 
 
 To whom too narrow swaddlings are our spheres : 
 Run, shepherds, run, and solemnize his birth. 
 
 This is that night — no, day, grown great with bliss, 
 
 In which the power of Satan broken is : 
 In Heaven be glory, peace unto the earth ! 
 
 Thus singing, through the air the angels swarm, 
 
 And cope of stars re-echoed the same. 
 
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 A CHRISTMAS VISION. 
 
 The scene around niu disappears, 
 And, borne to ancient regions, 
 
 While time recalls the flight of years, 
 1 see angelic leix'ons 
 
 Descendini; in an oil) of liiiht: 
 
 Amidst the dark and soleinn night 
 I hear celestial voices. 
 
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 Tidings, glad tidings from above 
 
 To every age and nation ! 
 Tidings, glad tidings ! God is Love, 
 
 To man He sends salvation ! 
 His Son beloved, His only Son, 
 The work of mercy hath begun ; 
 
 Give to His Name the glory! 
 
 Through David's city I am led ; 
 
 Here all around are sleeping j 
 A light directs to yon poor shed ; 
 
 There lonely watch is keeping : 
 I enter ; ah ! what glories shine ! 
 Is this Immanuel's earthly shrine, 
 
 Messiah's infant Temple ? 
 
 It is, it is ; and I adore 
 
 This Stranger meek and lowly, 
 
 As saints and angels bow before 
 The throne of God thrice Holy ! 
 
 Faith through the veil of flesh can see 
 
 The face of Thy Divinity, 
 
 My Lord, my God, my Saviour ! 
 
 — James Montgomery. 
 
THE CHRISTMAS CAROL. 
 
 The minstrels played their Christuuis tune 
 To-night beneath my cottage eaves ; 
 
 AVhile, smitten by a lofty moon, 
 
 The encircling laurels, thick with leaves, 
 
 Gave back a rich and dazzling sheen. 
 
 That overpowered their natural green. 
 
 Through hill and valley every breeze 
 Had sunk to rest with folded wings: 
 
 Keen was the air, but could not freeze. 
 Nor check, the music of the strings; 
 
 So stout and hearty were the band 
 
 That scraped the chords with strenuous hand! 
 
 And who but listened ? — till was paid 
 
 Respect to every inmate's claim : 
 The greeting given, the music played, 
 
 In honor of each household name. 
 Duly pronounced with lusty call, 
 And " Merry Christmas " wished to all ! 
 
 How touching, when, at midniglit, sweep 
 
 Snow-muftled winds and all is dark, 
 To hear, and sink again to sleep ! 
 
36 THE CHRISTMAS CAROL. 
 
 Or, at an earlier call, to mark, 
 By blazing fire, tlie still suspense 
 Of self-complacent innocence ; 
 
 The mutual nod, — the grave disguise 
 Of hearts with gladness brimming o'er; 
 
 And some unbidden tears that rise 
 
 For names once heard, and heard no more; 
 
 Tears brightened by the serenade 
 
 For infant in the cradle laid. 
 
 Hail, ancient Manners ! sure defence, 
 
 Where they survive, of wholesome laws; 
 
 Remnants of love whose modest sense 
 Thus into narrow room withdraws ; 
 
 Hail, usages of pristine mould. 
 
 And ye that guard them, Mountains old ! 
 
 — William Wordsioorth, 
 
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MARY'S SONG. 
 
 Babe Jesus lay in Mary's lap; 
 
 The sun shone on his hair ; 
 And this was how she saw, mayhap, 
 
 The crown already there. 
 
 For she sang : '' Sleep on, my little king, 
 
 Bad Herod dares not come ; 
 Before thee sleeping, holy thing. 
 
 The wild winds would be dumb. 
 
 " I kiss thy hands, I kiss thy feet. 
 
 My child, so long desired; 
 Thy hands shall never be soiled, my sweet; 
 
 Thy feet shall never be tired. 
 
 " For thou art the king of men, my son ; 
 
 Thy crown I see it plain ; 
 And men shall worship thee, every one, 
 
 And cry, Glory ! Amen ! " 
 
 Babe Jesus opened his eyes so wide ! 
 
 At Mary looked her Lord. 
 
 And Mary stinted her song and sighed. 
 
 Babe Jesus said never a word. 
 
 — Georye MacDouahl. 
 
THE WILD FOWL'S VOICE. 
 
 It cliancecl upon the ir.eriy, merry Christmas eve, 
 
 I went sighing past the church across the moorland dreary — 
 
 0, never sin and want and woe this earth will leave, 
 
 And the bells but mock the wailing sound, they sing so 
 cheery. 
 
 How long, Lord ! how long before Thou come again ? 
 
 Still in cellar, and in garret, and on mountain dreary, 
 The orphans moan, and widows weep, and poor men toil in vain, 
 
 Till earth is sick of hope deferred, though Christmas bells 
 be cheery. 
 
 Then arose a joyous clamor from the wild-fowl on the mere, 
 
 Beneath the stars, across the snow, like clear bells ringing. 
 
 And a voice within cried — " Listen ! — Christmas carols even 
 
 here 
 Though thou be dumb, yet o'er their work the stars and 
 
 snows are sino-ino;. 
 
 " Blind ! I live, I love, I reign ; and all the nations through, 
 With the thunder of My judgments even now are ringing ; 
 Do thou fulfil thy work but as yon wild-fowl do. 
 
 Thou wilt heed no less the wailing, yet hear through it 
 anirels sinu;ino;." 
 
 — Charles Kingsley, 
 
"I I.IVIC, I LOVE, I iieign!" 
 
" HOPE Ol' THE AGES." 
 
 A CHRISTMAS CARMEN. 
 
 Sound over all waters, reach out from all lands, 
 The chorus of voices, the clasping of hands ; 
 Sing hymns that were sung by the stars of the morn, 
 Sinsc song's of the ans-els when Jesus was born ! 
 
 With glad jubilations 
 
 Bring hope to the nations ! 
 The dark night is ending and dawn is begun ; 
 Rise, hope of the ages, arise like the sun, 
 All speech flow to nui.sic, all hearts beat as one ! 
 
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 A CHRISTMAS CABMEN. 
 
 Sing the bridal of nations ! with chorals of love 
 Sing out the war-vnltnre and sing in the dove, 
 
 SING 'JHK SONG Of GRKAT JOV. 
 
 Till the hearts of the peoples keep time in accord, 
 And the voice of the world is the voice of the Lord! 
 
 Clasp hands of the nations 
 
 In strong gratulations : 
 
A CHRIS TMA S CA UMEN. 
 
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 The dark night is ending and dawn has begun ; 
 
 Rise, hope of the ages, arise like the sun, 
 
 All speech How to music, all hearts beat as one! 
 
 Blow, bugles of battle, the marches of peace ; 
 East, west, north and south let the long quarrel cease 
 Sing the song of great joy that the angels began. 
 Sing of glory to God and of good will to man ! 
 
 Hark ! joining in chorus 
 
 The heavens bend o'er us! 
 The dark nii>i;ht is endins; and dawn has beii-un ; 
 Rise, hope of the ages, arise like the sun, 
 All speech How to music, all hearts beat as one ! 
 
 — J. G. Whit tier. 
 
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