XXXIII THE CALL TO BETHLEHEM
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Shepherds, come to Bethlehem, Pluck yon bush of Christmas rose, Weave a dainty diadem.
From my flute with tuneful stem Music warbles as it flows, “Shepherds, come to Bethlehem.”
Lo, upon the mountain’s hem Ruby clouds above the snows Weave a dainty diadem.
Seek not proud Jerusalem, Where the empty temple shows; Shepherds, come to Bethlehem.
Christ without a crown or gem Lies on straw while winter blows; Weave a dainty diadem.
Christ will not our gift condemn; All our poverty He knows. Shepherds, come to Bethlehem, Weave a dainty diadem.