Blest Christmas morn
Blest Christmas morn, though murky clouds
Pursue thy way,
Thy light was born where storm enshrouds
Nor dawn nor day.
Dear Christ, forever here and near,
No cradle song
No natal hour and mother’s tear
To Thee belong.
Thou God idea, Life encrowned,
The Bethlehem Babe
Beloved, replete, by flesh embound
Was but Thy shade!
Thou gentle beam of living Love,
And deathless Life!
Truth infinite so far above
All mortal strife,
Or cruel creed, or earth born taint:
Fill us today
With all Thou art be Thou our saint,
Our stay, alway.