Category: Poetry
Christians awake, salute the happy morn, Whereon the Saviour of the world was born; Rise to adore the mystery of Love, Which hosts of angels chanted from above: With them the joyful tidings first begun, Of God Incarnate and the Virgin’s Son.
It is, it is! and I adore this Babe so meek and lowly, As saints and seraphs bow before the throne of God—thrice holy: Faith, through the veil of flesh can see the face of Thy d...
1. Part 1Christians awake, salute the happy morn, Whereon the Saviour of the world was born; Rise to adore the mystery of Love, Which hosts of angels chanted from above: With them the jo...
3. Part 3As Jacob on travel was weary by day, At night on a stone for a pillow he lay; A vision appeared—a ladder so high, Its foot on the earth, and its top in the sky.