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The day we fear hastens toward us, the day we long for creeps.

Make no more haste than good speed.

Bring a torch

Bring a torch, Jeannette, Isabella,
Bring a torch, come hurry and run.
It is Jesus, good folk of the village,
Christ is born, and Mary's calling, Ah! Ah!
Beautiful is the Mother. Ah! Ah!
Beautiful is her Son.

Skies are...

All my Heart this Night Rejoices

All my heart this night rejoices,
As I hear, far and near, sweetest angel voices;
"Christ is born, " their choirs are singing,
Till the air, everywhere, now their joy is ringing.

Forth today the...

Come, Ye Lofty

Come ye lofty, come ye lowly
Let your songs of gladness ring;
In a stable lies the Holy,
In a manger rests the King:
See in Mary s arms reposing
Christ by highest heaven adored:
Come, your circle round Him closing,...

He comes with Clouds Descending

Lo! He comes with clouds descending,
Once for favored sinners slain;
Thousand thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of His train:
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
God appears on earth to reign.

Every...

It Came Upon A Midnight Clear

It came upon the 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...

After taking ninety-nine years to climb a stairway, the tortoise falls and says there is a curse on haste.