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Elsie Duncan Yale

Alice Hawthorne

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Born in a manger so lowly,
Over Thee dark shadows fall;
Yet Thou art Saviour most holy,
Yet Thou art Monarch of all.
Maiden bends lovingly o'er Thee,
Singing so soft 'mid the gloom;
Angels and seraphs adore Thee,
Yet for Thee earth had no room.

Shepherds are seeking Thy manger,
They the glad message have heard;
Seeking the heavenly stranger,
Heeding the heavenly word.
Prophets in visions foretold Thee,
Shepherd and Saviour from sin;
Yet we so lowly behold Thee,
Was there no room in the inn?

Sleep for the angels are near Thee,
Star-beams are crowning Thy brow;
Lullabies gentle shall cheer Thee,
Kings at Thy manger shall bow.
Hark as the echoes are ringing,
Down from the radiant sky;
Blessing the earth Thou art bringing,
Prince and Redeemer most high.

Chorus:
Rest, sweetly rest, while the stars o'er Thee shine.