On the beautiful birthday of Jesus, While the nations praising stand,
He goeth from city to city,
He walketh from land to land.
And the snow lies white and heavy,
And the ice lies wide and ,
But the love of the blessed Christmas
Melts even the heart of man.
With love from the heart of Heaven,
In the power of his Holy Name,
To the City of the Queen of the Angels
The tender Christ-child came.
The land blushed red with roses,
The land laughed glad with grain,
And the little hills smiled softly
In the freshness after rain.
Land of the and olive!
Land of the fruitful vine!
His heart grew soft within him,
As he thought of Palestine,—
Of the with the banks of lilies,
Of the little doves of clay,
And of how............