Show OM 6 C from every spire on christmas eye eve the christmas bells ring clearly out their message of good will and peace with many a call and silver about for faithful hearts the angels song still echoes in the frosty air and by the altar low they bow in adoration and in prayer A thousand blessed mem rles ries throng the stars are holy signs to them and from the eyes of every child looks forth the babe of bethlehem but there are others not like these whose brows are sad whose hopes are crossed to whom the season brings no cheer and lifes most gracious charm ll Is lost to whom that story old and sweet Is but a fable at the best the christmas music mocks their eird and life has naught of joy or rest oh for foe an angels voice to pierce the clouds of grief that oer then them rise the mists of doubt and unbelief that veil the blue of christmas skit skirt that they at last may see the light which shines from bethlehem and unfolds for christ the treasures of their hearts richer than or gold hope of the ages draw thou near till all the earth shall own thy wy away and when thou reign st in every heart it will indeed be christmas day eleanor A hunter |