Christmas. Various
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Название: Christmas

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СКАЧАТЬ Oh human love! Oh heavenly grace!

       'Tis yet in silence that she prays!

       Ages of silence end to-night;

       Then to the long-expectant earth

       Glad angels come to greet His birth

       In burst of music, love, and light!

      A CHRISTMAS LULLABY

      JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS

      Sleep, baby, sleep! The Mother sings:

       Heaven's angels kneel and fold their wings.

       Sleep, baby, sleep!

       With swathes of scented hay Thy bed

       By Mary's hand at eve was spread.

       Sleep, baby, sleep!

       At midnight came the shepherds, they

       Whom seraphs wakened by the way.

       Sleep, baby, sleep!

       And three kings from the East afar,

       Ere dawn came, guided by the star.

       Sleep, baby, sleep!

       They brought Thee gifts of gold and gems,

       Pure orient pearls, rich diadems.

       Sleep, baby, sleep!

       Thou who liest slumbering there,

       Art King of Kings, earth, ocean, air.

       Sleep, baby, sleep!

       Sleep, baby, sleep! The shepherds sing:

       Through heaven, through earth, hosannas ring.

       Sleep, baby, sleep!

      HYMN FOR THE NATIVITY

      EDWARD THRING

      Happy night and happy silence downward softly stealing,

       Softly stealing over land and sea,

       Stars from golden censors swing a silent eager feeling

       Down on Judah, down on Galilee;

       And all the wistful air, and earth, and sky,

       Listened, listened for the gladness of a cry.

       Holy night, a sudden flash of light its way is winging:

       Angels, angels, all above, around;

       Hark, the angel voices, hark, the angel voices singing;

       And the sheep are lying on the ground.

       Lo, all the wistful air, and earth, and sky,

       Listen, listen to the gladness of the cry.

       Happy night at Bethlehem; soft little hands are feeling,

       Feeling in the manger with the kine:

       Little hands, and eyelids closed in sleep, while angels kneeling,

       Mary mother, hymn the Babe Divine.

       Lo, all the wistful air, and earth, and sky,

       Listen, listen to the gladness of the cry.

       Wide, as if the light were music, flashes adoration:

       "Glory be to God, nor ever cease,"

       All the silence thrills, and speeds the message of salvation:

       "Peace on earth, good-will to men of peace."

       Lo, all the wistful air, and earth, and sky,

       Listen, listen to the gladness of the cry.

       Holy night, thy solemn silence evermore enfoldeth

       Angels songs and peace from God on high:

       Holy night, thy watcher still with faithful eye beholdeth

       Wings that wave, and angel glory nigh,

       Lo, hushed is strife in air, and earth, and sky,

       Still thy watchers hear the gladness of the cry.

       Praise Him, ye who watch the night, the silent night of ages:

       Praise Him, shepherds, praise the Holy Child;

       Praise Him, ye who hear the light, O praise Him, all ye sages;

       Praise Him, children, praise Him meek and mild.

       Lo, peace on Earth, glory to God on high,

       Listen, listen to the gladness of the cry.

      MASTERS IN THIS HALL

      ANONYMOUS

      "To Bethlem did they go, the shepherds three;

       To Bethlem did they go to see whe'r it were so or no,

       Whether Christ were born or no

       To set men free."

       Masters, in this hall,

       Hear ye news to-day

       Brought over sea,

       And ever I you pray.

       Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! Nowell!

       Sing we clear!

       Holpen are all folk on earth,

       Born is God's Son so dear

       Going over the hills,

       Through the milk-white snow,

       Heard I ewes bleat

       While the wind did blow.

       Nowell, &c.

       Shepherds many an one

       Sat among the sheep;

       No man spake more word

       Than they had been asleep.

       Nowell, &c.

       Quoth I 'Fellows mine,

       Why this guise sit ye?

       Making but dull cheer,

       Shepherds though ye be?

       Nowell, &c.

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