LOVE DIVINE John 3:16 It was love that led the Lord from heaven's glory To the lowly manger-bed in Beth lehem. And His love divine alone reveals the story Why He laid aside His regal dia dem. Long before the world was formed in God's creation, And unnumbered stars were placed in endless space, Jesus offered to proved complete redemption To a sinful, fallen, dying human race. Oh, the mystery of love that knows no measure; Love that saves the soul and sets the sinner free; Love that opens wide the storehouse of God's treasure, Filling heart and mind with peace and victory. Let the whole world then be filled with joyous singing On this happy, blessed, hallowed Christmas morn. Let the joybells in the heart be loudly ringing, Sending forth the glad good news that Christ is born. Shepherds listened to the royal proc lamation As the angels let their hallelujahs ring; Christ is born, they sang, the Giver of salvation Unto all who crown Him as their Lord and King. Then for me this is the Christmas truth I cherish, Christ the Saviour of the world, my Lord shall be, W ith Him dwelling in my heart I'll never perish, But have life, abundant life, eter nally. — Albert Simpson Reitz
CHRISTMAS MEDITATION Suppose that Christ had not been born That far-away Judean morn. Suppose that God, whose mighty hand Created worlds, had never planned A way for man to be redeemed. Suppose the wise men only dreamed That guiding star whose light still glows Down through the centuries. Suppose Christ never walked here in men's sight, Our blessed Way, and Truth, and Light. Suppose He counted all the cost, And never cared that we were lost And never died for you and me, Nor shed His blood on Calvary Upon a shameful cross. Suppose that having died, He never rose, And there was none with power to save Our souls from death beyond the grave! As far as piteous heathen know, These things that I've supposed -— are so! — Martha Snell Nicholson A PRAYER FOR THE NEW YEAR Lord I would ask for a holy year, Spent in Thy perfect will; Help me to walk in Thy very steps— Help me to please Thee still. Lord, I would ask for a busy year, Filled up with service true; Doing with all Thy Spirit's might A ll that I find to do. Lord, I would ask for a dying world; Stretch forth Thy mighty hand; Scatter Thy Word, Thy power display This year in every land. Lord, I would ask for a year of hope, Looking for Thee to come, And hastening on that year of years That brings us Christ and Home. — A. B. Simpson
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