O Babe who slept on Mary's breast Amid those humble scenes and lowly, In Thee all motherhood is blest And life and love are made more holy. O Star of Bethlehem, still shine And be our paths' illumination, That we may find the Babe divine And bow in breathless adoration. O Angel Choir, may we hear, To hope and faith our hearts awaking, The joyous anthem, strong and clear, "The Day of Peace is newly breaking." O God, who sends the Christmastide Fulfill Thy word by prophets spoken; Proclaim through all the nations wide, "The swords of war at last are broken." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE FALL by HAYDEN CARRUTH LETHE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |