An Offertory





MARY MAPES DODGE



Oh, the beauty of the Christ Child,

The gentleness, the grace,

The smiling, loving tenderness,

The infantile embrace!

All babyhood he holdeth,

All motherhood enfoldeth--

Yet who hath seen his face?



Oh, the nearness of the Christ Child,

When, for a sacred space,

He nestles in our very homes--

Light of the human race!

We know him and we love him,

No man to us need prove him--

Yet who hath seen his face?





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