A Season of Holy Cards 9 and a Poem

Christmas Night

At last Thou art come, little Savior!
   And Thine angels fill midnight with song;
Thou art come to us, gentle Creator!
   Whom Thy creatures have sighed for so long.

Thou art come to Thy beautiful Mother;
   She hath looked on Thy marvelous Face;
Thou art come to us, Maker of Mary!
   And she was Thy channel of grace.

Thou hast brought with Thee plentiful pardon,
   And our souls overflow with delight;
Our hearts are half broken, dear Jesus,
   With the joy of this wonderful night!

We have waited so long for Thee, Savior!
   Thou art come to us, dearest, at last!
Oh bless Thee, dear Joy of Thy Mother,
    This is worth all the wearisome past!

Thou art come, Thou art come, Child of Mary!
   Yet we hardly believe Thou art come;
It seems such a wonder to have Thee,

   New Brother! with us in our home.
Thou wilt stay with us, Master and Maker!
   Thou wilt stay with us now evermore:
We will play with Thee, beautiful Brother!
   On Eternity’s jubilant shore.

Father Faber