Christmas

GILBERT C. CARPENTER, JR.

The power of sin destroyed; the fetters sore,
Of pain, unloosed; the falsity of fear
Exposed; the hurt that biteth to the core
All healed; the sorrow deep, the bitter tear,
All wiped away! Jesus, our hearts to thee
Are turned to praise thy glorious ministry.

Nor mortal gifts, nor burdened joys, attest
The grandeur of thy blessed memory;
'Tis hearts made free through thy benign behest
That, leaving sense for Soul, begin to see
The bliss of thoughts forever turned above,
And find the rapture of thy dear Christ-love.