Blest Christmas Morn

Blest Christmas Morn

Music by John Jones
Lyrics by Mary Baker Eddy

Blest Christmas morn, though murky clouds pursue thy way,
Thy light was born where storm enshrouds nor dawn nor day.

Dear Christ, forever here and near, no cradle song
No natal hour and mother’s tear to Thee belong.

Thou God-idea, Life encrowned, the Bethlehem Babe—
Beloved, replete, by flesh embound— was but Thy shade!

Thou gentle beam of living Love, and deathless Life!
Truth infinite—so far above all mortal strife,

Or cruel creed, or earth-born taint: Fill us today
With all Thou art—be Thou our saint, our stay, alway.

Blest Christmas morn, though murky clouds pursue thy way,
Thy light was born where storm enshrouds nor dawn nor day.

Words courtesy of The Mary Baker Eddy Collection
Music © 2025 I Am That Music