  When the Christ-child comes again Softly down the street to-night, Twinkling through the window pane Let our candles shed their light. Though the clouds are dark above And the golden stars are dim, We can tell Him of our love If we set a light for Him. Oh, the blessed Christ-child dear, In His robe of shining white, Let our candles give Him cheer As He passes by to-night! |
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