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T'was Night
when the Lord was Born.
Rev. Alfred J. Hough.

It was not in the glow of noon tide high
Or the tender grace of morn
But shadows were over the earth and sky
T'was night when the Lord was born.

This is ever the way God moulds His deeds
In silence, and out of sight
They hide in the dark, like the precious [?]
Then suddenly rise in light.

So whenever a night with shadowy wing
Folds darkly over our way
We must listen to hear Gods angels sing
And watch for the dawn of day.

let us say, when we sit in darkness long
With an aching heart forlorn
It was night, when the Angels sang their song
T'was night, when the Lord was born.