Classic Poem

" OS HEPHERD of Israel,
Thy lost flock are straying;
Our Helper, our Saviour,
How long thy delaying!
Where, Lord, is thy promise
To David of old,
Of the King and the Shepherd
To gather the fold!

" Cold, cold is the night wind,
Our hearts have no cheer,
Our Lord and our Leader,
When wilt thou appear? "
SOsang the sad shepherds
On Bethlehem's cold ground
When lo, the bright angels
In glory around!

" Peace, peace, ye dear shepherds,
And be of good cheer;
The Lord whom ye long for
Is coming — is here!
In the city of David
Behold him appear —
A babe in a manger —
Go worship him there. "

They went and were blessed.
Dear soul, go thou too;
The Saviour for them
Is the Saviour for you.
Oh, kneel by the manger,
Oh, kneel by the cross;
Accept him, believe him, —
All else is but dross.