A setting of the Christmas poem by Mrs Eddy. The tune is fairly simple and the accompaniment is mostly chordal, with interludes. After an episode in G the home key returns, but with an open ending.
Blest Christmas Morn
Music by John F. Wilson
Words 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.
Words used courtesy of The Mary Baker Eddy Collection