Whitby Free Press, 19 Dec 1979, p. 15

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FL raer ig Lord, make me an instru- -ment of your peaWce .. . Where there is hatred, let me sow love; Where there is injury,' pardon; Where there is despair, hope; Where there is darkness, light;_ Where there is sadness, Sjoy. THE FIRS? NMOEL Thse first Nesi the angel did say Was to etin POOr shepherds in fields as they iay, In fields where they iay a.keeping their sheep On a cold winter's night, that. was se deep. Refrain: Nosi, Neel, Neel, Noel, 1cm is the King of lsraei. T1hey lofoed up and saw a star, Shining in the east, beyend them afar, And te the earth it gave great light, And so it continued beti day and-night. And by the light et that urne star Ibm wissmen carne frein country far; Tc seek for a King was their intent, And te fellow the star whsrever it went. O Divine Master, grai that 1 may flot 50 ni Seek to be consoled as to console; To be understood, 1as to understand; To be loved,* WHITBY FREE PRESS CHRISTMAS SUPPLEMENT. WEDNESDAY IDECEMBER 19.1979, PAGE 3 nt as to love; For it is in giving that we receive; It is in pardoning that we are pardoned; And it is in dying that we are born To eternal life. Ihis star drew nigh te the nerthwest, Mear Bethlehern iltotek its rest, And there it did beth stop and stay, Right ever the place where Jesus lay. Ihen entered in these w,-Ise rnen three, FeuI reVerentiy upen their knee, And offered there in Mis presence Their geld and rnyrth and frankinceose. Then let us al ene accord Sing Prrnseste our heavenly Lord, That bath mnade heaven and earth et neught And. wth Mis biood mankind hatlh broughL. O lmtt twn e01 thlbein, mm StIiwe séestise lis! Above tlsy deep and drmneus slesp Mie usit stars go by; Yst in thy daà seets i smet Tise eveulsbingUlht;,*--' Tise hopes and tsset afH&tise ears Ane met in the teuigt For Christ is hem of Maay; And gathered ail above While medaislsedm, the angels ksep Tit watch ef wauderng lov. O mno gtrs toie Pmuclaisa tshely birtis, AM pnises sing to Ged tihe King. And peace te mon on sartis. :Mn salotty, hew salsntly. The woasdrous gWt is given; S. Qed imparts te human haurts Tisebn f leis th. han.. No oaa, ma heur Mis ceming; But in this word -of sn, Wissre mee& mus will receive Hum sdlI, Tise dW rCbrist esters in. O Neiy Ciid et Bethlehemn, Descend-tb us, we pray; Cast eut ur sin, and enter in. S boem in us today, W. hWearts Chrstmas angels Tise great glad tidinp t1eli, O coins te" us, abide with us,, Our Lord £rnrarnual. ONE SOLITARy LIFE He was born' in an'obscure village, the child of a 'peasant woman. He grew up in another village, where He worked in a carpenter shop until He was thirty. Then, for three years,' He was an itinerant preacher. He neyer wrote a book. He neyer héeId an office. He neyer had a family or owned a home. He didn't go to college. He neyer visited a big city. He qever traveed two hundred miles from the place where He was born. He did none of the things that usually accom- pany greatness. He had no credentials but HiiXself.He was only thirty-three when the tide of public opinion turned against Him. His friends ran away. One of them denied Him. He was. turned over to His enemies and went through the mockery of a-trial. He was nailed to a cross between two thieves. Wbile He was dying, Hisexecutioners gambled for His garments, the only property He had on earth. When He was dead, He was' laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend. Nineteen centuries have corne and gone, and to- day He is the central figure of the human race. Ail the ar- mies that ever marched, ahl the navies that ever sailed, al the parliaments that ever sat, ail the kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man on this earth as much as that one solitary life. 0 LITTLE TOWN OFB8ETHLEHEM (Kq of G)

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