The Hymns and Carols of Christmas


Words: Rose Terry Cooke

Source: Christmas: Its Origin, Celebration and Significance as Related in Prose and Verse - Robert Haven Schauffler (1907)

Here comes old Father Christmas,
    With sound of fife and drums;
With mistletoe about his brows,
    So merrily he comes!
His arms are full of all good cheer,
    His face with laughter glows,
He shines like any household fire
    Amid the cruel snows.
He is the old folks' Christmas;
    He warms their hearts like wine;
He thaws their winter into spring,
    And makes their faces shine.
Hurrah for Father Christmas!
    Ring all the merry bells!
And bring the grandsires all around
    To hear the tale he tells.

Here comes the Christmas angel,
    So gentle and so calm;
As softly as the falling flakes
    He comes with flute and psalm.
All in a cloud of glory,
    As once upon the plain
To shepherd-boys in Jewry,
    He brings good news again.
He is the young folks' Christmas;
    He makes their eyes grow bright
With words of hope and tender thought,
    And visions of delight.
Hail to the Christmas angel!
    All peace on earth he brings;
He gathers all the youths and maids
    Beneath his shining wings.

Here comes the little Christ-child,
    All innocence and joy,
And bearing gifts in either hand
    For every girl and boy.
He tells the tender story
    About the Holy Maid,
And Jesus in the manger
    Before the oxen laid.
Like any little winter bird
    He sings his sweetest song,
Till all the cherubs in the sky
    To hear his carol throng.
He is the children's Christmas;
    They come without a call,
To gather round the gracious Child,
    Who bringeth joy to all.

But who shall bring their Christmas
    Who wrestle still with life?
Not grandsires, youths, or little folks,
    But they who wage the strifeó
The fathers and the mothers
    Who fight for homes and bread,
Who watch and ward the living,
    And bury all the dead?
Ah! by their side at Christmas-tide
    The Lord of Christmas stands:
He smooths the furrows from their brow
    With strong and tender hands.
"I take my Christmas gift," He saith,
    "From thee, tired soul, and he
Who giveth to My little ones
    Gives also unto Me."

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