An angel of the Lord appeared…and…said to them, Luke 2:9–11
Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. For today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; He is Christ the Lord.
Words: Phila B. B. Smith, in the Kindergarten Review (Springfield, Massachusetts: Milton Bradley), volume 21, number 4, December 1910, page 218. Some hymnals show the lyricist as Phila Butler Bowman.
If you know where to get a good photo of Smith (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
’Tis Christmas night. ’Tis Christmas night,
Judea’s plains are bathed in white,
And faint and far a rising star
Gives promise of a fairer light.
’Tis Christmas night. Hushed old earth is,
A mother wakes from pain to bliss
And clasps her Boy in holy joy
And worships, while she bends to kiss.
’Tis Christmas night. Where skies are rift,
A cloud of angels earthward drift.
The song they sing through time shall ring,
The hearts that weary, to uplift.
’Tis Christmas night. By trackless road
The wise men haste with precious load,
And kneeling, bring the infant King
The homage that a world hath owed.
Oh, world of sleepers, lift your head.
Today, anew, the word is sped
That Christ is born this Christmas morn
And hate and fear and gloom are dead.
Still shines the star on Christmas night.
Still angels sing beyond our sight.
And He who came in lowly fame
Shall lead us into perfect light.