It came upon a midnight dear, <br />A baby's cry, a mother's tear, <br />A babe to change this earthly sphere, <br />A saviour who is always near. <br /> <br />He came to save us all from sin, <br />So we our lives could now begin, <br />He was to us our own dear kin, <br />Our hearts he would forever win. <br /> <br />We celebrate his holy birth, <br />With joy and love, with songs and mirth, <br />His teachings are so full of worth, <br />We praise him still, upon this earth. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-praise-him-still/
