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. / "I AM THE lAY" IT was the darkest hour before dawn A grape-blue sky with bloom of white stars brushed Brooded above a stable waiting hushed For His small voice; ere yet the night had gone His voice had moved a herald angel choir To glad rejoicing that proclaimed His birth, Transforming stable and a Iowlyearth! Seeing the finger of celestial fire The shepherds left their sheep a snowy cloud On purple hillsides, while from afar Wlsemen rode richly following Hie 8tar Pilgrims alike, both humble and bot proud. TOO poor are words to paint the sacred scene--. More golden than the stnaw the sweet small head That from the humble depth of manger bed Lent to the beckoning star its heavenly sheen| Illumining Hie mother's angel face And gentle Joseph's high serenity, Exalting each with the divinity And glory of The Child's transaendent grace! No poor and halting words can e'er portray That glory which eelestlal choir did sing, Nor mirror shepherds' prayerful worshipping, Nor yet the radiance of His star's least ray| 0 Faith alone that sacred scene may Ilmn, And storwise beckon on through sable hour 'Til Peace responds to prayer's unfathomed power Pointing the Promised Way that leads to HIM' Beth Gerbel DECEMBER 12, 1947 VOL. 49--No. 50--PART 4 . / "I AM THE lAY" IT was the darkest hour before dawn A grape-blue sky with bloom of white stars brushed Brooded above a stable waiting hushed For His small voice; ere yet the night had gone His voice had moved a herald angel choir To glad rejoicing that proclaimed His birth, Transforming stable and a Iowlyearth! Seeing the finger of celestial fire The shepherds left their sheep a snowy cloud On purple hillsides, while from afar Wlsemen rode richly following Hie 8tar Pilgrims alike, both humble and bot proud. TOO poor are words to paint the sacred scene--. More golden than the stnaw the sweet small head That from the humble depth of manger bed Lent to the beckoning star its heavenly sheen| Illumining Hie mother's angel face And gentle Joseph's high serenity, Exalting each with the divinity And glory of The Child's transaendent grace! No poor and halting words can e'er portray That glory which eelestlal choir did sing, Nor mirror shepherds' prayerful worshipping, Nor yet the radiance of His star's least ray| 0 Faith alone that sacred scene may Ilmn, And storwise beckon on through sable hour 'Til Peace responds to prayer's unfathomed power Pointing the Promised Way that leads to HIM' Beth Gerbel DECEMBER 12, 1947 VOL. 49--No. 50--PART 4