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Christian Ballads

By A. Cleveland Coxe, D.D.

New York: D. Appleton, 1865.

Christmas Carol.


CAROL, carol, Christians,
  Carol joyfully;
Carol for the coming
  Of CHRIST'S Nativity;
And pray a gladsome Christmas
  For all good Christian men;
Carol, carol, Christians,
  For Christmas, come agen.
    Carol, carol.


Go ye to the forest,
  Where the myrtles grow,
Where the pine and laurel
  Bend beneath the snow:
Gather them for JESUS;
  Wreathe them for His shrine;
Make His temple glorious
  With the box and pine.
    Carol, carol.


Wreath your Christmas garland,
Where to CHRIST we pray:
It shall smell like Carmel
On our festal day;
Libanus and Sharon
Shall not greener be
Than our holy chancel
On CHRIST'S Nativity.
    Carol, carol.


Carol, carol, Christians!
  Like the Magi now,
Ye must lade your caskets
  With a grateful vow:
Ye must have sweet incense,
  Myrrh and finest gold,
At our Christmas altar
  Humbly to enfold.
    Carol, carol.


Blow, blow up the trumpet,
  For our solemn feast,
Gird thine armour, Christian,
  Wear thy surplice, priest!
Go ye to the altar,
  Pray, with fervour, pray,
For JESUS' second coming,
  And the Latter Day.
    Carol, carol.


Give us grace, oh Saviour,
  To put off in might,
Deeds and dreams of darkness,
  For the robes of light!
And to live as lowly,
  As Thyself with men;
So to rise in glory,
  When Thou com'st agen.
    Carol, carol.

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