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CHRISTMAS HYMN.
Listen not to the word that would have you believe That the voice of the age is a moan; That the red hand of wrong Is triumphant and strong, And that wrong is triumphant alone; There was never a time on the face of the earth When love was so near its own. Do you think that the love which has died for the world Has not lived for the world also? Filling man with the fire Of a boundless desire To love all with a love that shall grow? It was not for nothing the White Christ was born Two thousand years ago. The power that gave birth to the Son of the King All life doth move and thrill, Every age as ’tis passed Coming nearer at last To the law of that wonderful will,— As our God so loved the world that day, Our God so loves it still. The love that fed poverty, making it thrive, Is learning a lovelier way. We have seen that the poor Need be with us no more, And that sin may be driven away; The love that has carried the martyrs to death Is entering life to-day. The spirit of Christ is awake and alive, In the work of the world it is shown, Crying loud, crying clear, That the Kingdom is here, And that all men are heirs to the throne! There was never a time since the making of man When love was so near its own!
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