WE saw the light shine out a-far, On Christmas in the morning, And straight we knew Christ's Star it was, Bright beaming in the morning. Then did we fall on bended knee, On Christmas in the morning, And prais'd the Lord, who'd let us see His glory at its dawning. Oh! ever thought be of His Name, On Christmas in the morning, Who bore for us both grief and shame, Afflictions sharpest scorning. And may we die (when death shall come), On Christmas in the morning, And see in heav'n, our glorious home, The Star of Christmas morning. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY POEMS: 1 by GEORGE BARKER THE MODERN MAJOR-GENERAL, FR. THE PIRATES OF PENZANCE by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT SONNET: 33 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE LOVE'S CHANGE by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS NO-MORE-FEAR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE WANDERER: 6. PALINGENSIS: EUTHANASIA (WRITTEN AFTER LONG ILLNESS) by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |