Lo, Christ comes even to the least

1 Lo, Christ comes ev­en to the least,
For each the an­gels glad­ly sing;
His star hangs ev­er in the east,
And each His trib­ute still may bring.

2 Life’s com­mon ways ex­alt­ed are,
Life’s com­mon work is made sub­lime
By light which falls from Christ­mas star,
And me­lo­dy of Christ­mas chime.

3 The Lord is here, not far away;
He comes to bide from realms ab­ove;
And life is one long Christ­mas Day
That binds us to im­mor­tal love.


Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16787

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