How our thoughts go back in reverence
To that holy Christmas day,
When in Bethlehem's lowly manger,
The sweet infant Jesus lay.
Blessed child, so pure and tender,
Messenger of Love divine,
Come to lift earth's heavy burdens,
And bestow Life's bread and wine;
Come to show us Love's dear presence
Ever shining soft and clear,
And to turn our eyes from gazing
Into shadows dark and drear;
Come to tell us that the Christ, Truth,
Dwells in every heart for aye,
And that every morn we waken
To a new, glad Christmas day!
