The Beautiful Song

Tliere's a son in the air, Tliere's a star in the sky. There's a mother's deep prayer. And a baby's low cry. And the star rains its fire while the beaultful slnKi For the manger of Bethlehem eradles a Kiug. There's a tumult of joy O'er the wonderful birth, For the virgin's sweet boy Is the Lord of the earth. Aye, the star rains its fire, and the beautiful ting, For the mauger of Bethlehein eradles a Kiug. In the lightof the star Lies the ages impearl'd; And that song from afar Has swept over the world ; Every hearth is aflame and the beautiful sing In the homes of the nations tnatJesusis Kiug. We rejoice in the light, And we echo the song That comes down thruugh the uight From the heavenly Ihrong. Ayo, we shout to the lovily evangel they bring. And we greet In nis eradle our Saviour and Kluir.