THE BIRTH OF CHRIST.

COME, with the angels let us sing
The praises of our Saviour King,
Who left the glorious world on high,
And came to earth—for man to die.

"Glory to God," the angels say, “For Christ the Lord is born to-day ;” The heavenly host respond again, “ Peace on the earth-good-will to men.

He came on earth, a child to be,
As helpless and as weak as we;
He knew all childhood's griefs ; and thus,
Knows how to feel for each of us.

And though he was the undefiled,
And free from sin, the “Holy Child,"

in stature and in years, To be a man of grief and tears.

He grew

Young children in his arms he pressed, And tenderly pronounced them blessed, - Forbid them not,” we hear him say, “ The just in heaven, are such as they."

Then let us all, with one accord,
Receive this Saviour, as our Lord;
And be as gentle, meek and mild,
As Jesus, when a little child.