Like Silver Lamps in a Distant Shrine |
William C. Dix, 1867
Like silver lamps in a distant shrine, The stars are sparkling bright The bells of the city of God ring out, For the Son of Mary is born to-night. The gloom is past And the morn at last Is coming with orient light.
2. No earthly songs are half so sweet | 3. The stars of heaven still shine as at first They gleamed on this wonderful night; The bells of the city of God peal out And the angels' song still rings in the height, And love still turns Where the Godhead burns Hid in flesh from fleshly sight.
4. Faith sees no longer the stable floor, |