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A “bell” in the accompaniment presents “change-ringing.” The joy of Christmas is expanded with the text’s describing the eternality of the Christ. Note values in the solo line underscore the insightful (and surprising) focus of the text.
Poem by Mary Baker Eddy
Music by Adrienne Tindall
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.
Music © 1986 Adrienne Tindall. All rights reserved.
Words used courtesy of The Mary Baker Eddy Collection