Poet: Adelaide A. Procter
Oh to have dwelt in Bethlehem
When the star of the Lord shone bright!
To have sheltered the holy wanderers
On that blessed Christmas night!
To have kissed the tender, wayworn feet
Of the mother undefiled,
And, with reverent wonder and deep delight,
To have tended the Holy Child!
Hush! such a glory was not for thee;
But that care may still be thine;
For are there not little ones still to aid
For the sake of the Child divine?
Are there no wandering pilgrims now,
To thy heart and thy home to take?
And are there no mothers whose weary hearts
You can comfort for Mary�s sake?
Oh to have knelt at Jesus� feet,
And to have learnt His heavenly lore!
To have listened the gentle lessons He taught
On mountain, and sea, and shore!
While the rich and the mighty knew Him not,
To have meekly done His will! -
Hush! for the worldly reject Him yet,
You can serve and love Him still.
Time cannot silence His mighty words,
And though ages have fled away,
His gentle accents of love divine
Speak to your soul to-day.
Poet: Lucy Larcom
When Christmas comes, we hear again the word
Our Lord spake, listening back to His own birth.
And forward until now, as if He heard
His advent hymned by all the years of earth,
"Except as little children ye become,
Ye cannot in God's kingdom be at home."
When Christmas comes, set in the midst is He,
The Eternal Child, to show men they must be
As children still, would they His kingdom see.
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Poet: Unknown
God bless the master of this house,
And all that are therein,
And to begin this Christmas tide
With mirth now let us sing.
For the Saviour of all people
Upon this time was bom.
Who did from death deliver us,
When we were left forlorn.
Then let us all most merry be,
And sing with cheerful voice,
For we have good occasion now
This time for to rejoice.
Then put away contention all,
And fall no more at strife.
Let every man with cheerfulness
Embrace his loving wife.
With plenteous food your houses store,
Provide some wholesome cheer,
And call your friends together
That live both far and near.
Then sing with voices cheerfully,
For Christ this time was born.
Who did from death deliver us.
When we were left forlorn.
Poet: Norval Clyne
The blasts of chill December sound
The farewell of the year.
And night's swift shadows gathering round
O'ercloud the soul with fear;
But rest you well, good Christian men,
Nor be of heart forlorn;
December's darkness brings again
The Light of Christmas morn.
The welcome snow at Christmas-tide
Falls shining from the skies:
On village paths and uplands wide
All holy-white it lies;
It crowns with pearl the oaks and pines.
And glitters on the thorn,
And purer is the Light that shines
On gladsome Christmas morn.
'Twas when the world was waxing old,
And night on Bethlehem lay,
The shepherds saw the heavens unfold
A light beyond the day;
Such glory ne'er had visited
A world with sin outworn;
But yet more glorious Light is shed
On happy Christmas morn.
Those shepherds poor, how blest were they
The angels' song to hear!
In manger cradle as He lay.
To greet their Lord so dear!
The Lord of Heaven's eternal height
For us a Child was born:
And He, the very Light of Light,
Shone forth that Christmas morn!
Before His Infant smile afar
Were driven the hosts of hell;
And still in souls that childlike are
His guardian Love shall dwell:
O then rejoice, good Christian men,
Nor be of heart forlorn;
December's darkness brings again
The Light of Christmas morn.
Poet: Robert Bridges
Eternal Father, who didst create,
In whom we live and to whose bosom move,
To all men be Thy name known, which is Love,
Till its loud praises sound at heaven's high gate.
Perfect Thy kingdom in our passing state.
That here on earth Thou may'st as well approve
Our service as Thou ownest theirs above.
Whose joy we echo, and in pain await.
Grant body and soul each day their daily bread:
And should in spite of grace fresh woe begin,
Even as our anger soon is past and dead
Be thy remembrance mortal of our sin:
By Thee in paths of peace Thy sheep be led,
And in the vale of terror comforted.
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Christmas Day Poems
Christmas Poems About Love
Poet: Selwyn Image
Consider, O my soul, what morn is this!
Whereon the eternal Lord of all things made
For us, poor mortals, and our endless bliss,
Came down from heaven; and, in a manger laid,
The first, rich offerings of our ransom paid.
Consider, O my soul, what mom is this!
Consider what estate of fearful woe
Had then been ours had He refused this birth;
From sin to sin tossed vainly to and fro,
Hell's playthings, o'er a doomed and helpless earth!
Had He from us withheld His priceless worth.
Consider man's estate of fearful woe!
Consider to what joys He bids thee rise,
Who comes. Himself, life's bitter cup to drain!
Ah! look on this sweet Child, whose innocent eyes,
Ere all be done, shall close in mortal pain,
That thou at last Love's Kingdom may'st attain:
Consider to what joys He bids thee rise!
Consider all this wonder, my soul:
And in thine inmost shrine make music sweet!
Yea, let the world, from furthest pole to pole,
Join in thy praises this dread birth to greet!
Kneeling to kiss thy Saviour's infant feet!
Consider all this wonder, O my soul!
Poet: Thomas Pestel
Fairest of morning lights appear.
Thou blest and gaudy day.
On which was born our Saviour dear;
Arise and come away!
This day prevents His day of doom;
His mercy now is nigh;
The mighty God of Love is come,
The Dayspring from on high!
Behold the great Creator makes
Himself an house of clay,
A robe of Virgin-flesh He takes.
Which He will wear for aye.
Hark! hark! the wise Eternal Word
Like a weak infant cries:
In form of servant is the Lord,
And God in cradle lies.
Join then, all hearts that are not stone,
And all our voices prove.
To celebrate this Holy One,
The God of peace and love.
Poet: C. A. Lynch
Beneath the radiant Bethlehem star,
Hope and love echoed from afar
Shepherds bowed, wise men drew near,
To witness the miracle, pure and clear.
In humble manger, the Savior lay,
A promise of redemption, lighting the way.
God's grace in human form bestowed,
On this sacred night, salvation flowed.
Christmas Sayings
Poet: Ben Jonson
I sing the birth was born to-night,
The author both of life and light;
The angels so did sound it.
And like the ravished shepherds said.
Who saw the light, and were afraid.
Yet searched, and true they found it.
The Son of God, the Eternal King,
That did us all salvation bring.
And freed the soul from danger;
He whom the whole world could not take.
The Word, which heaven and earth did make,
Was now laid in a manger.
The Father's wisdom willed it so,
The Son's obedience knew no No,
Both wills were in one stature;
And as- that wisdom had decreed,
The Word was now made Flesh indeed,
And took on him our nature.
What comfort by Him do we win.
Who made Himself the price of sin.
To make us heirs of Glory!
To see this babe, all innocence,
A martyr born in our defence:
Can man forget this story?
