In the hal­lowed man­ger
Sleeps the Ho­ly Child;
Love and light shine from Him,
Though the win­ter’s wild:
Earth-storms yet may ga­ther,
Looming large and loud,
Time has touched th’Eter­nal,
Light is in the cloud.

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Glory to God!
Hark, how the wel­kin rings,
And night is wooed to mirth:
High min­strels ho­ver
On ador­ing wings,
And breathe God’s peace,
God’s peace, on earth.

At the hal­lowed man­ger,
Bowed in faith be­fore,
Love’s di­vin­est vi­sion,
Simple swains adore:
Still true hearts dis­cov­er
That en­tranc­ing sight,
Still the Babe of Beth­le­hem
Leads pure souls to light.

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At the hal­lowed man­ger,
In our Babe’s pure birth,
Wistful hope is find­ing
Sanctity for earth:
For the light that red­dened
Once that mid­night sky,
Flames where still that Child heart
Saves hu­ma­ni­ty.

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