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“Come, O Come,” we sing
come be our King

God born below
with seeds to sow

a babe
an infant
small, soft, warm
God in human form

a boy
a youth
He begins to show
a destiny His parents know

a youth
a man
His Father’s work
He’ll never shirk

a man
a rabbi
with healing hands
comes to touch
not make a stand

He’s been betrayed
taken roughly
as He prayed

shows no fight
shows no power
shows no might

God with us
hangs bruised and beaten
all is lost

He’s in the tomb
and we’re all hiding in a room

is this your plan?
Maybe God shouldn’t be a man

Glory shines from
an empty tomb
and none can ever sing our doom
for God was man–Emanuel
and now He’s conquered death as well

O come, O come Emanuel
and ransom captive, Israel

–Mary Beth

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Christmas Poem

–Christina Georgina Rossetti, 1885

Love Came Down at Christmas
Love came down at Christmas,
Love all lovely, Love Divine;
Love was born at Christmas,
Star and Angels gave the sign.

Worship we the Godhead,
Love Incarnate, Love Divine;
Worship we our Jesus:
But wherewith for sacred sign?

Love shall be our token,
Love shall be yours and love be mine,
Love to God and all men,
Love for plea and gift and sign.


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The Elixir

By George Herbert

Teach me, my God and King,
In all things Thee to see,
And what I do in anything
To do it as for Thee.

A man that looks on glass,
On it may stay his eye:
Or if he pleaseth, through it pass,
And then the heav’n espy.

And may of Thee partake:
Nothing can be so mean,
Which with his tincture– “for Thy sake”–
Will not grow bright and clean.

A servant with this clause
Makes drugery divine:
Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws,
Makes that and th’action fine.

This is the famous stone
That turneth all to gold;
For that which God doth touch and own
Cannot for less be told.

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by William Luff (1850-1935)

Thy Word is Truth! Thy Word is Light
Undimmed by cloud or age:
Thy Son of Love–clear, spotless, bright–
Gilds every glowing page.

Thy Word is Truth! ‘Tis here Thy grace
Shines forth amid the night:
A star to guide our wandering race,
By faith, to perfect sight.

Thy Word is Truth! Men come and go;
Age follows mortal youth;
Thy Word, Thyself, no change can know,
Both are Eternal Truth.


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By Robert Whitaker (1863-1944)

Teach me the ritual that runs beyond
The rote of words, the flexing of the knee;
Let me be always, Lord of Life, with Thee!
In all my motions ready to respond
To Thy unveilings, though in Scripture conned.
Or in the mid-night’s insect melody,
The scent of bloom from desert bush or tree,
The dawn’s reflection in the blushing pond.

How shall I worship only for an hour?
How think Thee present under dome and spire
Or sense Thee in the wafer and the wine
Except the common bread and cup are Thine,
Thine shop and street, the hearth-stone and the fire,
Thine all the ministries of natural power?


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by Rev. Marion Franklin Ham (1867-1956)

I pray not for the joy that knows

No saving bension of tears;

The placid life of ease that flows

Untroubled through the changing years.

Grant me, O God, the mind to see

The blessings which my sorrows bring;

And give me, in adversity,

The heart that still can trust and sing.

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O God, You are my God; Early will I seek You; My soul thirsts for You; My flesh longs for You In a dry and thirsty land Where there is no water. Psalm 63:1

I rise to greet You when the dew still soaks the Spring flowers.
The lush forest of your presence awaits me.
An alcove of lush green trees in the secret forest is my morning time with You.

Cool breezes, earthy fragrance, warm sunshine greet me as I walk toward You, arms open wide, anticipating Your embrace, Your Word spoken over me–my hope, my comfort, my strength, my teacher, my love.

Abba! Abba!
Good morning!
Blessings to You, my Father God–Creator–Redeemer–Almighty One–Precious Protector–High Tower–Imanuel–El Shaddai–Adonai Tz’avot–I am yours! You are mine.

Forever is ours, my eternal love!

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By John S. B. Monsell (1811-1875)

Light of the world, we hail Thee
flushing the eastern skies:
Never shall darkness veil Thee
again from human eyes;
Too long, alas, withholden,
now spread from shore to shore;
Thy light, so glad and golden,
shall set on earth no more.

Light of the world, Thy beauty
Steal into every heart,
And glorifies with duty
Life’s poorest, humblest part;
Thou robest in Thy splendor
The simplest ways of men,
And helpest them to render
Light back to Thee again.

Light of the world, before Thee
Our spirits prostrate fall;
We worship, we adore Thee,
Thou light, the life of all;
With Thee is no forgetting
Of all thine hand hath made;
Thy rising hath no setting,
They sunshine hath no shade.

Light of the world, illumine
This darkened land of Thine,
Till everything that’s human
Be filled with the divine;
Till every tongue and nation,
From sin’s dominion free,
Rise in the new creation
Which springs from love and Thee.

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by: Charles Albert Tindley

Beams of heaven, as I go,
Through this wilderness below,
Guide my feet in peaceful ways,
Turn my midnights into days;
When in the darkness I would grope,
Faith always sees a star of hope,
And soon from all life’s grief and danger,
I shall be free some day.

I do not know how long ’twill be,
Nor what the future holds for me,
But this I know, if Jesus leads me,
I shall get home some day.

Oftentimes my sky is clear,
Joy abounds without a tear,
Though a day so bright begun,
Cloud’s may hide tomorrow’s sun.
There’ll be a day that’s always bright,
A day that never yields to night,
And in its light the streets of glory
I shall behold some day. [Refrain]

Harder yet may be the fight,
Right may often yield to might,
Wickedness awhile may reign,
Satan’s cause may seem to gain.
There is a God that rules above,
With hand of pow’r and heart of love;
If I am right, He’ll fight my battle,
I shall have peace some day. [Refrain]

Burdens now may crush me down,
Disappointments all around,
Troubles speak in mournful sigh,
Sorrow through a tear-stained eye.
There is a world where pleasure reigns,
No mourning soul shall roam its plains,
And to that land of peace and glory,
I want to go some day. [Refrain]

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by Fanny Crosby

O heart bereav’d and lonely
Whose brightest dreams have fled,
Whose hopes like summer roses
Are wither’d, crush’d, and dead;
Though link by link is broken,
And tears unseen may fall,
Look up amid thy sorrow
To Him who knows it all.

O cling to thy Redeemer,
Thy Saviour, Brother, Friend;
Believe and trust His promise
To keep thee to the end:
O watch and wait with patience,
But question not His will;
His arms of love and mercy
Are round about thee still.

Lookup, the clouds are breaking,
The storm will soon be o’er;
And thou shalt reach the haven
Where sorrows come no more.
Look up, be not discouraged;
Trust on, whate’er befall;
Remember, O remember,
Thy Saviour knows it all.

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