I. il FROSTY M1E SNOWMAN Frosty thq Snowrnan was a jolly happy soul. With a corn cob pipe and a button nose and twvo eyes made out of coal. Frosty the Snowrnan is a fairy tale they say. Hle was made of snow but the children know how he carne to life one dny. There mnust have been sorne magic in that old silk hat they found. Forwhen they placed it on his head he began to dance around. Oh Frôsty the Snowrnan was alive as he could be, And the children say he could laugh and play Just the sarne as you and me. Thumpety thump thump, Thumpety thump, thurnp, look at Frosty go. Thumpety thump thump, Thumpety thump, thurnp, over the huIs of snow. Frosty the Snowman knew the sun was hot that day So he said, "Let's run and we'1l have some fun now before I meit away.' Down to the village with a broomstick in his hand, Rurining here and there -ail around the square, sayin' "Catch rne if you can." He led them down the streets of town right to the traffic cop, And he only paused a moment when he heard hirn holler, "Stop!" For Frosty the Snowrnan had to hurry on his way, But he waved goodbye sayin', "Don't you cry, Ill be back again somne day!" AWAY IN A MANGER Away in a manger, No crib for a bed, The littie.Lord Jesus Laid, down his sweet head; The stars in the bright sky Looked down where Ile lay, The little Lord Jesus Asleep on the hay. The cattie are lowing, The baby awakes, But littie Lord Jesus No crying He rnakes; I love thee Lord Jesus' Look idown frorn the sky, And stay by rny si de 'TIi rning is nigh. 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. IT CAME UPON A MIDNIGHT CLEAR It came upon a ridnight clear, That glorous song of old, F'rom angels bending near the Earth To touch their harps of gold. "Peace on the Earth, goodwill to men, From heaven's ail-graclous King!' The world in solernn stillness lay To hear the angels sing. Still through the dloyen skies they corne With peaceful wings unfurled, And stili their heavenly music flonts O'er ail the weary world; Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hovering wing And ever d'er its babel sounds * The blessed angels sing. And ye, beneath life's crushing load, Whose forrns are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow, Look now! For glad and golden hours Corne swiftîy on the wing;, O rest besi de the weary road, And hear the angels sing. For Io, the days are hastning on, By prophet bards foretold, When with the ever circling years,' Cornes round the age of gold; When pence shall over ail the Earth Its ancient spiendors fling, And the whole world give back the song Which now the angels sing. . 4 0 zt u%;ewl '0