A BETHLEHEM HYMN.
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"Mundum implens, in præsepio jacens."—Augustine.
He has come! the Christ of God;— Left for us his glad abode Stooping from his throne of bliss, To this darksome wilderness. He has come! the Prince of Peace;— Come to bid our sorrows cease; Come to scatter, with his light, All the shadows of our night. He the mighty King has come! Making this poor earth his home; Come to bear sin's sad load;— Son of David, Son of God! He has come, whose name of grace Speaks deliverance to our race; Left for us his glad abode; Son of Mary, Son of God! Unto us a child is born! Ne'er has earth beheld a morn Among all the morns of time, Half so glorious in its prime. Unto us a Son is given! He has come from God's own heaven; Bringing with Him from above, Holy peace and holy love. —Horatius Bonar.
Religious Poems
CHRISTMAS CHIMES.