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hears a chiming for Christmas at the nighest, Hears a sound like Angels chanting in their glee, Hears a sound like palm-boughs waving in the highest, Hears a sound like ripple of a crystal sea. Sweeter than a prayer-bell for a saint in dying, Sweeter than a death-bell for a saint at rest, Music struck in Heaven with earth's faint replying, "Life is good, and death is good, for Christ is Best." 2. A holy, heavenly chime Rings fulness in of time, And on His Mother's breast Our Lord God ever-Blest Is laid a Babe at rest. Stoop, Spirits unused to stoop, Swoop, Angels, flying swoop, Adoring as you gaze, Uplifting hymns of praise,-- "Grace to the Full of Grace!" The cave is cold and strait To hold the angelic state. More strait it is, more cold, To foster and infold Its Maker one hour old. Thrilled through with awestruck love, Meek Angels poised above, To see their God look down. "What, is there never a Crown For Him in swaddled gown? "How comes He soft and weak With such a tender cheek, With such a soft, small hand?-- The very Hand which spann'd Heaven when its girth was plann'd. "How comes He with a voice Which is but baby-noise?-- That Voice which spake with might: 'Let there be light!' and light Sprang out before our sight. "What need hath He of flesh Made flawless now afresh? What need of human heart?-- Heart that must bleed and smart, Choosing the better part. "But see: His gracious smile Dismisses us a while To serve Him in His kin. Haste we, make haste, begin To fetch His brethren in." Like stars they flash and shoot, The Shepherds they salute. "Glory to God" they sing; "Good news of peace we bring, For Christ is born a King." 3. Lo! newborn Jesus, Soft and weak and small, Wrapped in baby's bands By His Mother's hands, Lord God of all. Lord God of Mary, Whom His Lips caress While He rocks to rest On her milky breast In helplessness. Lord God of shepherds Flocking through the cold, Flocking through the dark To the only Ark, The only Fold. Lord God of all things, Be they near or far, Be they high or low; Lord of storm and snow, Angel
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