1 Mourner, Christmas comes for thee;
Hear, with low and gentle tone,
One who whispers, "Look to Me!
Hope, for thou art not alone!"
2 Not for thee the merry throng,
Gladness making lonelier still;
Yet is thine the angels’ song,
Echoed clear from Bethlehem’s hill.
3 "Fear ye not!" from Heav’n was spoken
Long ago, on Christmas Eve;
"Fear thou not!" is still the token
Which our waiting hearts receive.
4 "Unto you the Christ is given!"
Thus sang choirs full and clear;
Now a voice on Christmas Even
Softly echoes, "He is here!"
4 He knows all, thy Lord divine;
Mourner, though thine eye be dim,
Look to Christ—His love is thine;
Take thy Christmas joy from Him.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #10659
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|The Cyber Hymnal #10659||The "Fear Not" of Christmas-Tide||Mourner, Christmas comes for thee||ELLINGHAM||Emily E. Elliott||77.77||<cite>Chimes of Consecration</cite> (London: Seely, Jackson & Halliday, 1875)|