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Text:Hymn for Christmas
Author:Croswell

451. Hymn for Christmas

Now gird your patient loins again,
Your wasting torches trim!
The chief of all the sons of men,
Shall we not welcome him?
Fill all his courts with sacred songs,
And from the temple wall
Wave garlands o’er the joyful throngs
That crowd his festival!

And still more freshly in the mind
Store up the hopes sublime
Which then were born for all mankind,
So blessed was the time;
And, underneath these hallowed eaves,
A Saviour will be born
In every heart that him receives,
On his triumphal morn.

Text Information
First Line: Now gird your patient loins again
Title: Hymn for Christmas
Author: Croswell
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1866
Notes: Public Domain.
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