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CHRISTMAS TIME

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Dec 20, 1877

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 50, No. 25.

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CHRISTMAS TIME.

By Mary A. Davis

’Tis Christmas Time, The gladdest festal time of all the year; And happy songs arise, and joy-bells chime; And thou dost greet with gifts the friends most dear.
Hast thou forgot thy King? Hast thou no gift for him? No treasure rare and sweet To offer at His feet Who on the accursed tree Poured out his life for thee?
Oh, in thy selfish joy turn not away The pleading love that asks a pledge to-day!
Whate’er thou hast and art, The treasures of the heart, All that is thine; The mind’s deep wealth, the proud, unyielding will, Thy footsteps’ fleetness and thy fingers’ skill, Bring to his shrine.
He waits for thee. Through the busy day, and still, Calm night, his accents thrill: Come unto me. Canst thou refuse to trust thyself to One Who but to win thee left a kingly throne?
’Tis Christmas Time. Glad voices breathe the music of one name, While happy hearts respond to love’s sweet claim, And gifts, her precious offerings, are thine.
Behold, a Friend doth wait Unnoticed at thy gate. No store of shining gold, Nor gem of worth untold,— Passing the wealth of kings, The wondrous gift He brings.
Dare not in thoughtless pride to spurn away The priceless treasure offered thee to-day:
Peace like a river deep, Love that will never sleep, Faithful and tried; A refuge sure, a never-failing stay, A light, undimmed through life’s dark, troubled way, Thy steps to guide.
He pleads with thee; Through summer’s heat, and chill Of winter calleth still, Open to me. Wilt thou accept the guerdon of thy King? It may be thine,—Heaven’s costliest offering.
MARY A. DAVIS.
Battle Creek, Mich.