On the Judean Hill

Hushed was the night on the Judean hill.
The weary shepherds with their charges lay

Under a darkened sky, serene until

There shone the wonder of eternal day

Then was the sky ablaze with glorious light

The white-robed angels of the Lord came down

"Peace on earth to men of good will this night...

Forever blessings on your little town."

Now, under centuries the shepherds lie,

And quiet is the little town, but still the blessings hold.

The word that will not die

Proclaims once more, as on that faded hill,

The love of God; and in the hearts of men,

The star still glows and Christ is born again.

 

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