THE NATIVITY A
God in heaven above,
With heart of infinite love;
A virgin on earth, all mild,
And near to her heart a child.
A stable bedecked with snow,
A stall with a manger low;
The manger soft with new hay
In which the little child lay.
Above, an angelic choir,
Whose voices can never tire,
Their hearts and their lips beguiled,
Sing to the praise of the child.
Around, the baby divine
The wondering sheep and kine,
And shepherds bending the knee
In worshipful ecstasy.
The mother worships her Lord,
His being and form adored;-
And I before Him would bring
My heart as an offering. By Henry Frost
To view this resource, log in or sign up for a subscription plan
