The Birth of Our Savior

And

as in old­en days

The an­gels went be­fore

To speak the com­ing of the Lord

So now

and ev­er­more

The an­gels of His love

Go on be­fore His face

To find

in hum­ble

low­ly hearts

For Him a dwell­ing place.

So

in our youth­ful hearts

May Christ the Sav­ior come;

Though poor and small the place for Him

Yet there may be His home.

By doing kind­ly deeds

By lov­ing self the least

Christ may be born in ev­ery heart

As in the an­cient East.

So

ov­er all your hearts

May shine the star so fair

The light of heav­en­ly truth

and love

To show the Lord is here.

And may we bring to Him

As wise men did of old

The gift of ear­nest

lov­ing souls

More pre­cious far than gold.

Thus

like the wick­ed king

Our sins do seek to kill

The ho­ly things with­in our minds

And all good thoughts to still.

But if we try to love

Our Sav­ior and His ways

He’ll send an an­gel from ab­ove

To guard us all our days.

So

if we strive aright

To do the Mas­ter’s will

Our wrong de­sires and thoughts will die

And good our bos­oms fill.

Thus may we ov­er­come

Our sins on ev­ery hand

Till

guid­ed by the an­gels bright

We reach the pro­mised land.