Part 5 — CHRISTMAS, 1884.
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Though in my heart no Christmas glee, Though my song-bird be dumb, Jesus, it is enough for me That thou art come.
What though the loved be scattered far, Few at the board appear, In thee, O Lord, they gathered are, And thou art here.
And if our hearts be low with lack, They are not therefore numb; Not always will thy day come back— Thyself will come!