For Christmas Morn 1922

Jf or Cfjrisftmas; Jfflorn 1922 Swift pass the years, again it is the morn That speaks of Him and of His gentle life; Ten centuries and nine since He was born, The Prince of Peace who came to conquer strife. Yea, now the anthem rises in His praise, The holly wreath hangs in the church and home, Yea, the child Jesus, star to Herod's days, From Bethlehem hath vanquished pagan Rome. Yet war on war sweeps on from land to land, Christ's reign of love upon the sword yet waits ; 'Twixt Hope and Fear the nations anxious stand, From Russian snows to Smyrna's broken gates ; 0, while men's passions, sea-like, rage and toss, Be not in vain His anguish on the Cross! Alfred Lambourne