Scripture Verse

A great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom His favor rests. Luke 2:13–14


Alfred R. Allen

Words: Mary P. Bee­gle, Ocean Spray (Ocean Grove, New Jer­sey, 1876), pag­es 118–19.

Music: Ma­ter Mi­ser­i­cor­di­æ ar­ranged from Alf­red Scott-Gat­ty by Al­fred R. Allen, 1910 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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If you know where to get a good pho­to of Bee­gle (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?


’Tis Christmas eve! The setting sun
Makes shadows lengthen on the plain;
The stars come twinkling one by one,
And bring the joyous night again.

Unlike Judea’s silent plains
When wearied nature calmly slept,
While shepherds on the hills and glens
Their long and solemn vigils kept.

And where along the deep blue arch
A glory shone, and then a throng,
From where the sparkling planets march
Came flying down with joyous song.

Unlike the time the wicked king
Sought where the infant Savior lay,
When God forbade his base design,
And bore the precious child away.

We joy to know that time is past,
The blessèd Savior’s natal day,
That He’s ascended to His home,
And for His saints prepared the way.

Where angels tune their harps of gold
And saints a loftier song shall raise,
While waiting myriads join the strain
In an eternal song of praise.