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 The shepherds have come from the hills to adore The Babe in the manger, my God; Mary and Joseph welcome them there; Worship, O soul, thy God!

But I alone may not come near The Babe in the manger, my God; Weep for thy sins, O heart, and plead With Mary the mother of God.

May I not come, oh, just to the door, To see the Babe, my God; There will I stop and kneel and adore, And weep for my sins, O God!

But Mary smiles, and rising up, In her arms the Babe, my God, She comes to the door and bends her down, With the Babe in her arms, my God!

Her sinless arms in my sinful arms Place the Babe, my God; "He has come to take thy sins away;" Break, O heart, for thy God!

THE TOYS

My little son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes And mov'd and spoke in quiet grown-up wise, Having my law the seventh time disobey'd, I struck him, and dismiss'd With hard words and unkiss'd,