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OUR CHILDREN'S SACRED SONGS.
Before the paling of the stars,
Before the winter morn, Before the earliest cock-crow,
Jesus Christ was born� Born in a stable,
Cradled in a manger; In the world his hands had made
Born a stranger.
Priest and king lay fast asleep
In Jerusalem ; Young and old lay fast asleep
In crowded Bethlehem ; Saint and angel, ox and ass,
Kept a wratch together, Before the Christmas day-break,
In the winter weather.
Jesus on his mother's breast
In the stable cold, Spotless Lamb of God was he,
Shepherd of the fold ; Let us kneel with Mary, maid,
With Joseph, bent and hoary, With saint and angel, ox and ass,
To hail the King of glory!
I know I'm weak and sinful,
But Jesus will forgive ; For many little children
Have gone to heaven to live. Dear Saviour, when I languish
And lay me down to die, Oh, send a shiuiug angel
To bear me to the sky!
Oh, there I'll be an angel,
Aud with the angels stand, A crown upon my forehead,
A harp within my hand ; Aud there before my Saviour,
So glorious and so bright, I'll join the heavenly music,
Aud praise him day and night!
WHILE SHEPHERDS WATCHED THEIR FLOCKS BY NIGHT.
While shepherds watched their flocks by night>
All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.
" Fear not," said he, for mighty dread
Had seized their troubled mind; " Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you and all mankiud.
" To you, in David's town, this day
Is born, of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord,
And this shall be the sigu :
" The heavenly babe you there shall find
To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swaddling-bands,
And in a manger laid."
Thus spake the seraph; and forthwith
Appeared a shining throng Of augels, praising God, who thus
Addressed their joyful song :
"All glory be to God on high,
And to the earth be peace; Good-will henceforth from Heaven to men
Begin and never cease."
I WANT TO BE AN ANGEL.
I want to be an angel,
And with the angels stand, A crown upon my forehead,
A harp within my hand. There, right before my Saviour,
So glorious and so bright, I'd wake the sweetest music,
And j>raise him day and night.
I never should be weary,
Nor ever shed a tear, Nor ever know a sorrow,
Nor ever feel a fear. But blessed, pure, and holy,
I'd dwell in Jesus' sight, And with ten thousand thousaud
Praise him both day and night.