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May you have a Christmas filled with peace and a New Year abounding in joy! | |||
It came upon a midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold:- 'Peace on the earth, good will to men, From heaven's all gracious King!' The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing. |
Still through the cloven skies they come With peaceful wings unfurled; And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world; Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hovering wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing.
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For lo! the days are hastening on, By prophet bards foretold, When with the ever-circling years Comes round the age of gold, When peace shall over all the earth Its ancient splendours fling, And the whole world give back the song Which now the angels sing. |
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Whether you're from among my family and friends reading this, or a stranger in cyberspace, I hope for you equally that Christmas holds the joy of children, the pleasure of music and laughter, the companionship of friends and family, the grace of giving, the love of God and in all and through all, peace.
Ruth
Christmas 1997
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