Poem December 24, 1938 Issue

The Christ is King

HAZEL W. ALLEN

The wakeful shepherds hear the tidings told
Anew, as on Judean hills of old.
So quietly it comes, this gentle voice;
Unwelcomed through the ages by the throng,
Dull ears still fail to hear the angel song,
Or catch its message: Fear not ye! Rejoice!
For unto you this day a child is born.
Listen, and hear this song, this sweet refrain.
Yes, hear the herald host of heaven sing
An endless choral, that the Christ is king.
This truth, enriched with hope, shall e'er remain
To make each gladsome day a Christmas morn.
May we enthrone this melody in prayer,
Till all the sons of men awake and hear.

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