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O faint not ye for fear
What though your wandering sheep,
Lie lost in wilful sleep?
High heaven in mercy to your sad annoy
Think on th' eternal home,
The Saviour left for you;
Think on the Lord most holy, come
To dwell with hearts untrue:
So shall ye tread untir'd His pastoral ways, And in the darkness sing your carol of high praise.
A Christmas Carol.
T came upon the midnight clear
The world in solemn stillness lay
Still through the cloven skies they come,
And still their heavenly music floats
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on heavenly wing,
Yet with the woes of sin and strife
And ye, beneath life's crushing load
Come swiftly on the wing
O rest beside the weary road,
For lo! the days are hastening on,
Comes round the age of gold;
And the whole world send back the song
E. H. Sears.
Robins and their Songs.
OBIN, to the bare bough clinging,
Seems to clothe the trees with green.
What warm nest for thee hath nature,
Other birds have fled this dun light,
Hiding 'mid the broad-leaved shadows
Knowest thou the woods have voices,
Poet-voices full and clear ;
Strains at which the heart rejoices
Feeling the Unspoken near;
Pouring music like a river,
Many-toned and deep and strong,
Tones 'midst which, like childhood's quiver, Thy few notes of simple song?
Then the "crimson-tipped" thing,
Strains condenséd thus in words:
"Well I know the joyous mazes
"Yet the little child's sweet laughter
"And the angels all the while?
"What I sing I cannot measure,
Why I sing I cannot say, "But I know a well of pleasure "Springeth in my heart all day."
So I learned that crumbs are able
Lowly hearts will join ere long.
He who wintry hours hath given,
God hears robins sing on earth.
Only keep thee on the wing,
Nothing that but creeps can sing,
Soaring, we can sing and trust.
Make Thy face to shine upon Thy servant.
HRIST, whose glory fills the skies,
Triumph o'er the shades of night;
Dark and cheerless is the morn,
Till Thy mercy's beams I see,
Glad my eyes and warm my heart.
Visit then this soul of mine,
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief,
Fill me, radiancy divine,
Scatter all my unbelief;
More and more Thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.