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PAGE B 4, WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 20, 1978, WH-ITBY FREE PRESS CHRISTMAS CAROL PULLOUTI SECTION Christmas Biessings Let us adore-the newborn Child who has save d us from darkness and despair and brought peace to earth! K & M Cleaners 112ý Coiborne St. W., Whitby j 668-2831 Vie would like to offer ail of our wowderful patrons the gifts of peace and! love for the Christ-mas season and! always. Vie bave enoyed doing business witb you and! bope to continue to do so.> CHORNEY MOTORS 146 Brock Street-North lu " R'<arot Away in a manger, No- crib for His bed, The littie Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head: The stars in the heavens Look'd down where He lay. The littie Lord Jesus Asleep ini the hay. The cattie are lowing, The poor baby wakes, But littie Lord Jesus No crying He makes; I love Thee, Lord Jesus Look clown from th'e sky, And stay by my cradle To watch lullabye. Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay Close by me forever And love me, I pray: Bless ail the dear'children In Thy tender care, And take us to heaven To live with Thee there. Away in a manger, No crib for His bed, The littie Lord Jesus Laid down I-is sweet head; The stars in the heavens Look'd down where'He lay,' The littie Lord Jesus, Asleep in the hay. '>3< it <nu Upsin 4U~t£tbt(Mares It came upon the midriight clear, That glorlous song of old, From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold "Peace on theearth, good willto meni, Fr 1om heav'ns ail gracious King" The world -in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels'sing. Stili thro' the dloyen skies they camne, With peaceful wungs unfurl'd. And stili their heav'nly music floats O'er ail the weary world. Above its sad and lowly plains The bend on hov'rung wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing. 0 ye, beneath life's crushîng load, Whose forms are bending low, Who, toit along the climbung way With paunful, steps and slow, Look now, for glad and golden hours Co me swi*ftly on the wung, O rest beside the weary road And hear the angels si'ng. For ' I! the days are hast'ning on, By prophets seen of old, When with the ever circlung years, Shall come the timfe foretold, When the new heav'n and earth shall own The Prince of Peace their King, And the whole world send back the song Which now the angels sing.' The holly and the-ivy, Now bdth are full well grown, 0f ail the trees -that are ini the wood, The hobby bears the crown. Refrain o the risung of the suni, The running of the deer, The playung of the merry organ, Sweet singung ini the quire, Sweet.sungung ini the quire. The holiy bears a blossomi As white as lily flow 'r: And Mary bore sweet Jelsus Christ, To be our sweet Savïor. ~4wari ndm friendly -wisb of holiday cheer to our wonderful friends. Thanks so inucb for your tiine and! patronage, wishing you. lots laughier so >eemember all year. FirploePlus 900 Hopkins St. at Burns - WHITBY. Ontario 668-3192-6839