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 John F. Herget 
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 Christmas and New Year Carols 
 
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 v%<%-Y soul doth magnify the Lord: 
 J^l*| My spirit hath rejoiced in God 
 J) m>% My blessed Saviour. 
 
 For on His handmaid's low estate 
 He looked in loving kindness great 
 And stooped to honor. 
 
 All generations yet to be 
 Henceforth my happiness shall see 
 
 And bless forever. 
 Because in love the Mighty One 
 For me great things hath truly done: 
 
 His name is holy. 
 His mercy and His grace sublime 
 Shall rest through all the years of time 
 
 On them that fear Him. 
 His mighty arm He hath made bare, 
 The proud hath taken unaware 
 
 Their hope to scatter. 
 The princes seated on their throne 
 With lofty looks He hath put down, 
 
 Their pride to humble. 
 The humble man of low degree, 
 Who fears thus proud in heart to be, 
 
 He hath exalted. 
 The hungry with good things He filled, 
 Their crying He hath gently stilled, 
 
 And stooped to help them. 
 With empty hands, without delay, 
 The rich men He hath turned away, 
 
 And scorned to hear them. 
 He helped His servant Israel 
 That He might ever without fail, 
 
 Remember mercy, 
 According to His promise made 
 To Abraham and to his Seed, 
 
 Henceforth forever. 
 
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 ftQ* HE night was still, the stars shone bright, 
 l^pThe shepherds watched their flocks with care. 
 Near Bethlehem, 
 When o'er the hills there came a light, 
 More brilliant than the noon day glare, 
 Surrounding them. 
 
 While dazzled by the blinding sight, 
 An angel, coming, said to them 
 
 Exultingly, 
 Good news I bring, be not affright, 
 A King is born in Bethlehem, 
 
 To you this day. 
 
 Then wondrous scene their eyes beheld, 
 A vision of an angel choir 
 
 In bright array; 
 While on the night an anthem swelled 
 That broke the stillness of the hour 
 
 In sweetest lay. 
 
 Glory to God! the angels sang, 
 Glory to God! who reigns on high 
 
 In majesty. 
 Glory to God! the echo rang. 
 Glory to God! gave back the sky 
 
 So joyfully. 
 
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 On earth be peace, good will to men, 
 Thus rolled the tidings of the song, 
 
 Triumphantly. 
 The chorus rang through hill and glen, 
 The echo sounded loud and long 
 
 Through breaking day. 
 
 The shepherds left their flocks and came, 
 With fear and wonder in their heart 
 
 All silently, 
 To seek the Child in Bethlehem, 
 And searched in every nook and part 
 
 Quite hastily. 
 
 They found Him in a manger laid, 
 In swaddling clothes securely bound, 
 
 And tenderly 
 The mother watched her little Babe, 
 And pondered long without a sound 
 
 The mystery. 
 
 The shepherds then with one accord 
 Published abroad the precious Name, 
 
 The Name sublime, 
 Of Jesus, who is Christ the Lord, 
 Until all men have heard His fame 
 
 In Every clime. 
 
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 ^Q^H LITTLE town of Bethlehem, 
 
 flp3 At mention of thy name, my soul 
 \^ Is filled with wonder, as again 
 The echoes of thy music roll 
 Through twenty centuries of time 
 In accents sweet, in tones sublime. 
 
 Thy fame rests not on sordid gold 
 
 Nor other things the world holds dear, 
 
 But on thy manhood's noble mould: 
 The many children thou didst rear 
 
 Far from the noisy world apart, 
 
 Men, stalwart, after God's own heart. 
 
 In thy vales, Jacob laid to rest 
 
 Fair Rachel, idol of his heart, 
 For whom his love was put to test, 
 
 Whom naught but death from him could part. 
 With broken heart he left her grave, 
 But faith in God had made him brave. 
 
 In thy fields, Boaz, man of wealth, 
 
 Reaping his harvest when full ripe, 
 
 Met Ruth, a maid in perfect health, 
 A woman of the noblest type, 
 
 And realizing her great worth 
 
 Gave her his heart from that time forth. 
 
 In thy hills, David watched his sheep, 
 With nature sweet communion held. 
 
 While all the world was fast asleep, 
 Her secrets she to him revealed. 
 
 She spoke to him of God above, 
 
 His glory, majesty and love. 
 
 In thy heart, Christ the Lord was born, 
 
 And in a manger gently laid, 
 On that first dawn of Christmas morn, 
 
 In Bethlehem, the House of Bread, 
 The Bread of Life was freely given, 
 God's greatest gift to earth from heaven. 
 
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 STAR of Bethlehem that shone 
 
 With wondrous clear and brilliant ray^ 
 To wise men of the East unknown, 
 Glad herald of the dawning day. 
 
 Fairer than all the stars of heaven, 
 
 Brighter than brightest noon day sun, 
 
 Telling of the King who was given, 
 To sit for aye on David's throne. 
 
 Guiding the wise men great and true, 
 
 As swift they journeyed toward the west, 
 
 Silently through a country new, 
 
 To seek the object of their quest. 
 
 In silence deep it went before, 
 
 Beckoning them with silvery smile, 
 
 O'er hill and plain, through glen and moor, 
 Their willing feet it did beguile. 
 
 It stood a humble home above, 
 
 In little town of Bethlehem, 
 Wherein they found the King of Love, 
 
 And bowing down they worshipped Him. 
 
 Shine on, oh Star of Bethlehem! 
 
 Shine through the gloom of darkest night, 
 'Till all benighted sons of men 
 
 Have seen the glory of thy light. 
 
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 HOU wondrous Babe of Bethlehem, 
 To Thee as Lord we humbly bow, 
 In honor of Thy worthy name, 
 We offer royal homage now. 
 
 The Counsellor, so wonderful, 
 
 The God of might and majesty, 
 
 The Prince of Peace, so beautiful, 
 The Father of eternity. 
 
 The Son of man, in poverty, 
 
 From heaven to earth Thou didst come down 
 To suffer for humanity, 
 
 To wear at last a thorny crown. 
 
 True Son of God with power divine, 
 Thy soul for man an offering given, 
 
 Revealing grace and love sublime, 
 
 To lift mankind from hell to heaven. 
 
 The Father hath exalted Thee 
 
 And placed Thee on His throne on high; 
 While men and angels bend the knee, 
 
 And on Thy matchless grace rely. 
 
 Our hearts in love to Thee we bring, 
 Their treasures at Thy feet we lay; 
 
 We hail Thee as our gracious King 
 And recognize Thy Sovereign sway. 
 
 Let angels place upon Thy brow, 
 
 The diadem of royalty; 
 Before Thee let all creatures bow, 
 
 Both now and in eternity. 
 
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 MERRY Christmas may this be, 
 
 The best of all the years, 
 And may the Saviour give to thee 
 A heart relieved of fears. 
 
 The truth of God, as pure as snow 
 And clear as sun's bright ray, 
 
 Shine in thy mind and make thee know 
 And walk the narrow way. 
 
 The peace of God may it be thine, 
 
 Each moment of the day, 
 Calm, restful and serene thy mind, 
 
 From care and worry free. 
 
 The grace of God, so old yet new, 
 
 Sustain thee every hour, 
 And make thee gracious, kind and true, 
 
 By its constraining power. 
 
 The love of God o'ershadow thee, 
 That love so deep and strong, 
 
 And flood thy soul with melody 
 And song the whole day long. 
 
 A Merry Christmas may this be 
 
 To you and all mankind, 
 May faith and hope and charity, 
 
 Abound this Christmas time. 
 
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 ITH the dawning of the morning of 
 
 the first day of the year, 
 
 While the day is breaking o'er 
 
 the whitened earth; 
 
 As I think of all my failures, then my 
 
 heart is moved with fear, 
 
 And I realize the smallness of my worth. 
 
 As I slowly turn the pages of the 
 
 tear-stained Book of Life, 
 
 What regret and sadness fill my 
 
 inmost thought — 
 
 For the book is one long record of the 
 
 struggle and the strife 
 
 That 'tween good and evil I have daily fought. 
 
 Often evil has been present; and the good 
 
 I would have wrought 
 
 Has been hindered by the sinning of my soul; 
 
 And the hasty words and actions that 
 
 revealed my careless thought 
 
 Have prevented the attainment of my goal. 
 
 Ohl If only I could alter every action, 
 
 thought and word 
 
 That now cause my face to blush 
 
 with holy shame, 
 
 I would gladly live life over, in the 
 
 presence of my Lord, 
 
 And begin the toil and struggle once again. 
 
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 But the record now is written, and the 
 
 bitter tears that fall 
 
 Have no power to change the 
 
 writing on the page; 
 
 And the memories that linger, like the 
 
 writing on the wall. 
 
 Can but darken brightest moments of old age. 
 
 So I close the book in silence, and my 
 
 head in prayer I bow 
 
 To the Father of all mercy, grace and love- 
 All my sins to him confessing, I renew 
 
 each broken vow 
 
 As He hearkens from his dwelling-place above. 
 
 While for mercy I am pleading, lying 
 
 prostrate at His feet, 
 
 And his pardon, though unworthy, I implore: 
 
 I can hear Him softly saying, in 
 
 words infinitely sweet, 
 
 Go thy way, my erring child, and sin no more. 
 
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 HESE things, dear Lord, I ask of Thee 
 At dawning of the year: 
 
 An £jj* with power Thyself to see 
 In Him our sins did bear; 
 
 An Ear attentive to Thy Word, 
 Which giveth light and power; 
 
 A GJmtgu*, not sharp like burnished sword. 
 But kind and true each hour; 
 
 A i^anh in love stretched out to those 
 
 Who've fallen by the way; 
 A Jfant ne'er weary in Thy cause, 
 
 Ne'er guilty of delay; 
 
 A Mwb Thy precious truth to hold, 
 
 A heavenly treasure rare; 
 A ifcari refined like purest gold, 
 
 Though in affliction's fire; 
 
 A &mtl from sinful thought set free, 
 
 Thy temple, Spirit Holy; 
 That throughout all eternity 
 
 I may behold Thy glory. 
 
 These things, dear Lord, I ask of Thee 
 At the dawning of the year — 
 
 Thine ear do Thou incline to me. 
 My humble prayer to hear. 
 
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 TTLE snowflake, clear as crystal, 
 Sparkling in the morning sun 
 With a radiance celestial 
 
 And a glory all thine own. 
 
 Intricate thy dainty structure, 
 
 Delicate in form and line; 
 Wonderful thine architecture, 
 
 Fashioned by a Hand Divine. 
 
 Like a miniature palace, 
 
 Through whose windows may be seen 
 Dancing on the polished surface, 
 
 Fairy forms of brightest sheen. 
 
 Shining with a matchless lustre, 
 
 Brighter than the brightest gem 
 
 Found in priceless stones that cluster 
 in a royal diadem. 
 
 When the sun's last rays have faded, 
 And the stars are shining bright, 
 
 In thy crystals are reflected 
 All the glories of the night. 
 
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 3N the Abbey of Westminster, 
 In old hoary London town, 
 
 There are places filled with faces 
 Of the dead of great renown. 
 There's a corner for the soldier, 
 
 For the brave, the tried, and true; 
 There's a corner for the poet, 
 
 And the man of letters, too; 
 There's a corner for the statesman, 
 
 And a corner for the king— 
 Oh! what endless trains of fancy 
 
 And of thought their faces bring 
 Of the days in by-gone ages: 
 
 Days of war and days of peace; 
 Days when death, to suffering minds and 
 
 Hearts, meant rest and sweet release. 
 In the Abbey, cold and silent, 
 
 As the centuries pass by, 
 Their remains, reduced to ashes, 
 
 In a peaceful slumber lie: 
 Some of them long since forgotten, 
 
 Others favored still by fame: 
 Spoken of in words of praise, 
 
 Or burning words of bitter blame. 
 And their bodies, carved in marble, 
 
 Their names chiseled in the stone, 
 Are reminders of those old days, 
 
 Of the days now past and gone. 
 
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 In the Abbey of Remembrance, 
 
 In the mansion of the soul, 
 There are faces of the many 
 
 Friends: the true, both new and old. 
 Friends of boyhood, kind and tender, 
 
 Who, in days of thoughtless youth, 
 By their patience and wise counsel, 
 
 Helped to make me what I'm worth; 
 Those who helped me win life's battles 
 
 By their sympathy and love, 
 Teaching me to look for wisdom, 
 
 Pure as crystal from above; 
 Friends of manhood, strong and faithful, 
 
 Who in moments dark and drear, 
 Saved me from the poisoned waters 
 
 Of the dark slough of despair; 
 Men with faith in God, and courage; 
 
 Men who dared to do the right; 
 Men with power to see the morning 
 
 In the darkest hour of night. 
 Some have passed from earth to heaven; 
 
 . Some are standing by my side; 
 Some are near me; others, scattered 
 
 O'er the world so far and wide — 
 All are living in the Abbey, 
 
 In the mansion of my soul, 
 And to me shall live forever 
 
 While eternal ages roll. 
 
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 ^ptf HAPPY New Year 
 gl I wish for you. 
 A season of cheer 
 With nothing blue, 
 And many friends dear 
 
 Both tried and true, 
 On this glad New Year's morn. 
 
 A year full of blessing 
 
 And joy in life, 
 With nothing distressing 
 
 And naught of strife, 
 A glad heart possessing 
 
 With happiness rife, 
 May God in love grant you. 
 
 A heart full of peace, 
 
 And from care set free, 
 
 May joy never cease 
 Thy portion to be; 
 
 From sorrow release 
 
 May the Lord grant thee 
 
 Through all the years of life. 
 
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