Classic Poem

While to Bethlehem we are going,
Tell me, Blas, to cheer the road,
Tell me why this lovely Infant
Quitted His divine abode? —
" From that world to bring to this
Peace, which, of all earthly blisses,
Is the brightest, purest bliss. "

Wherefore from His throne exalted,
Came He on His earth to dwell —
All His pomp an humble manger,
All His court a narrow cell? —
" From that world to bring to this
Peace, which, of all earthly blisses,
Is the brightest, purest bliss. "

Why did He, the Lord eternal,
Mortal pilgrim deign to be,
He who fashioned for His glory
Boundless immortality? —
" From that world to bring to this
Peace, which, of all earthly blisses,
Is the brightest, purest bliss. "

Well then! let us haste to Bethlehem,
Thither let us haste and rest;
For of all heaven's gifts the sweetest
Sure is peace, — the sweetest, best.