Inspiring Christmas
hymns . . .



Christian Science Hymnal

Hymn 23
23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28
Christmas Morn
Mary Baker Eddy
 
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.
 

Hymn 362 John Morison Adapted
 
To us a Child of Hope is born,
   To us a Son is given;
Him shall the tribes of earth obey,
   And all the hosts of heaven.
 
His name shall be the Prince of Peace,
   Forevermore adored;
The Wonderful, the Counsellor,
   The great and mighty Lord.
 
His power, increasing, still shall spread;
   His reign shall never cease;
For justice ever guards his throne,
   And all his paths are peace.
 

Hymn 222, 223 Phillips Brooks
 
O little town of Bethlehem,
   How still we see thee lie;
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
   The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
   The everlasting Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
   Are met in thee tonight.
 
O morning stars, together
   Proclaim the holy birth,
And praises sing to God the King,
   And peace to men on earth;
Where charity stands watching
   And faith holds wide the door,
The dark night wakes, the glory breaks,
   And Christmas comes once more.
 
How silently, how silently,
   The wondrous gift is given;
So God imparts to human hearts
   The blessings of His heaven.
No ear may hear his coming,
   But in this world of sin,
Where meekness will receive him, still
   The dear Christ enters in.
  

Hymn 11 Marion Susan Campbell
 
Angels at the Saviour's birth
Woke with music all the earth,
Shepherds in the eastern sky
Saw a pale star passing by,
Guiding them at break of day
Where the babe in meekness lay,
Born the gracious news to tell,
God with us, Immanuel.
 
Star of being, still thy light
Shines before us in the night,
By those radiant beams we find
Christ, the Truth, for all mankind,
Still the tidings angels bring
With their joyful caroling,
Telling that the dawn has come,
God and man fore'er at one.
 
 
Hymn 310 John Randall Dunn
 
Sing, ye joyous children, sing,
Glorious is the Christ, our king,
Truth has come again to earth,
Through the lowly Saviour's birth.
Men and angels, anthems raise;
Hymns of joy and shouts of praise.
Hear th' angelic song again:
Peace on earth, good will to men.
Sing, ye joyous children, sing,
Glorious is the Christ, our king.
 
When the stars together sang,
Then the Truth triumphant rang:
Be there light; And there was light.
Gone are chaos, fear and night;
Truth hath rolled the mists away;
Dawns on earth harmonious day.
Hear th' angelic song again:
Peace on earth, good will to men.
Sing, ye joyous children, sing,
Glorious is the Christ, our king.
 
  
Hymn 164, 165, 417 Isaac Watts Adapted
 
Joy to the world, the Lord is come,
   Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare him room,
   And heaven and nature sing.
 
No more let sin and sorrow grow,
   Nor thorns infest the ground;
Where'er he comes, his blessings flow,
   And hope and joy abound.
 
He rules the world with truth and grace,
   And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness
   And wonders of his love.
 

Hymn 158, 159 Edmund H. Sears Adapted
 
It came upon the midnight clear,
   That glorious song of old,
The angels, bending near the earth,
   Their wondrous story told
Of peace on earth, good will to men,
   From heaven's all-gracious King;
The world in solemn stillness lay
   To hear the angels sing.
 
O ye beneath life's crushing load
   Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
   With painful steps and slow;
Look now, for glad and golden hours
   Come swiftly on the wing;
O rest beside the weary road,
   And hear the angels sing.
 
For lo, the days are hastening on,
   By prophets seen of old,
When with the ever-circling years
   Shall come the time foretold;
When the new heaven and earth shall own
   The Prince of Peace their King,
And all the world send back the song
   Which now the angels sing.