This is a Christmas Carol that is never sung anymore. It was written for the Relief Society Song Book by Evan Stephens. The words are kind of interesting so I am offering them as my first 'poem' of the Season. You can take them as you want to take them. I have been pondering them for quite a while now and finding new meaning all the time.
Christmas Song
Glory to God in the highest, and peace on earth,
This is the song the angels sang,
Bethlehem's plains above,
While near the blessed mother held
The newborn King of Love.
Born unto Sorrow was the Child,
Tho' Lord of Life was He
To die as man, but undefiled,
Win deathless victory.
This is the song repeated o'er,
Each happy Christmas morn,
And blessed mothers cling anew
To dear ones newly born.
Born unto sorrow as was He,
But oh, how weak and frail,
These little lambkins of our Lord,
How prone to err and fail.
Oh, let us try some aid to lend
These of the newborn throng,
To grow and live so in the end
They, too, may join the song.
With the redeemed when life is o'er,
When all the ransomed sing,
There's peace on earth
There's joy in heaven,
Saved by our Savior King.
Glory to God in the highest, and peace on earth to all.
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