WHITBY FREE PRESS, CHRISTMAS CAROL SECTION, WEDNESDAY DECEMBER 22, 1982, PAGE 15 22. AWAY IN Aý MANGER Away ln a manger, No crlbfor abed,' The 1111e Lord Jesusq Laid down His sweet head; The stars ln the sky Lookcd down where He lay, The 1111e Lord Jesus ASleep on the hay. The cattie are lowing, The poor Baby wakes, But littie Lord Jesus No crying He makes; 1 love Thee, Lord Jesus Look down from the sky, And stay by my cradie. Till morning is nlgh. Be near me, Lord Jesus, 1 ask Thee to stay, Close by me forever, And love me, I pray; Bless ail the dear chikiren ln Thy tender care, And take us to heaven, To live with Thee there. HARK THE HERALD ANGELS SING Harki the heraid angeis sing,, "6Glory to the new-born Kingl' Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinniers reconciled."1 Joyful, allye- nations -rise, Join the triumph of the skies; With th' angeiic host proclairn, " Christ is born in Bethlehem,,. Hark the heraid angels slng, 11Glory to the new-born Kingi" Christ, by highest heav'n adored; Christ the everlasting Lord; Late in time behold hlm corne, Off-spring of the favored one. Veiled in flesh, the>God-head see; Hall #hl', incarnate Deity< Pleased, as man with men to dweiî, Jesus, our Em manuel! Harkâ the heralId'angels sing, "Giory to the new-born'Kiigtt" Hall! the heav'n born PrinceE Peace! Hall! the son of Rlghteousness! Llght and lfe to al he brings, Ris'n wlth heallng ln His wings. Miid He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die: Born to raise the sons of earth, Bom to give them second birth. Hark the herald angels slng, "Gelory to the new-born Kingi", IT CAME UPON THE 24. MIDNIGHT CLEAR It came upon the midnight clear, That glorlous song of old, > From angelsbending near the earth To touch their harps of gold "1Peace on the earth, good will to men, From heav'ns ail graclous King., The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing. 8(111 thro' the cloyen skies they came, With peaceful wlngs unfurl'd. And stîli their heav'nly music floats O'er ail the weary world. Above its sad and lowly plains' They bend on hov'ring wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angêls sing. i i 0 ye, beneath liUfe's crus 'hlng load, Whose forms aire bending low,,, Who toil along, the climbing way, With painful steps and slow, Look now, for glad and golden hours Corne swlftly on the wing', 0 rest beside the weary road And hear the angels sing. For 1o! the days are hast'ning on, By prophets seen of old, When with the ever circllng years, Sha'h corne the time foretold, When the niew heav'n and earth shahl own The Prince.of Peace their King, And the whole .,world send back the song Which now the angelàs sng. Sexe hw SCISOI r«tll? 23. Best wishes for a happy hoiday season. EIsa's Children's Things 360 Brock St.S. Whltby668-4133 'I May your Christmas b. blessed with peace and happineSSi CH RIS & BOB CATTEN ~ SDUND. 118 Brock St. S. * 668-3707, Y -TVLIT 7