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“Christmas Carols” by Christina Rossetti 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 (5 Dec 1830 – 29 Dec 1894)
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Whoso 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.
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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.”
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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.
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Stoop, Spirits unused to stoop,
Swoop, Angels, flying swoop,
Adoring as you gaze,
Uplifting hymns of praise,—
“Grace to the Full of Grace!”
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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.
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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?”
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“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.”
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“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.”
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“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.”
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“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.”
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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.”
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Lo! newborn Jesus,
Soft and weak and small,
Wrapped in baby’s bands
By His Mother’s hands,
Lord God of all.
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Lord God of Mary,
Whom His Lips caress
While He rocks to rest
On her milky breast
In helplessness.
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Lord God of shepherds
Flocking through the cold,
Flocking through the dark
To the only Ark,
The only Fold.
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Lord God of all things,
Be they near or far,
Be they high or low;
Lord of storm and snow,
Angel and star.
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Lord God of all men,—
My Lord and my God!
Thou who lovest me,
Keep me close to Thee
By staff and rod.
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Lo! newborn Jesus,
Loving great and small,
Love’s free Sacrifice,
Opening Arms and Eyes
To one and all.