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A Christmas Hymn
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- 01 - A Christmas Hymn - read by BK
A Christmas Hymn by Anonymous, read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Kachak. Written in the chapel of the manger, in the convent church of Bethlehem, Palestine. In the fields where long ago dropping tears amid the leaves, Ruth's young feet went to and fro, binding up the scattered sheaves, in the field that heard the voice of Judea's shepherd king. Still the gleaners may rejoice, still the reapers shout and sing, for each
mount and vale and plain felt the touch of holier feet. Then the gleaners of the grain, heard in voices full and sweet, peace on earth, goodwill to men, ring from angel lips afar, while o'er every glade and glen broke the light of Bethlehem's star, star of hope to souls in night, star of peace above our strife, guiding where the gates of death, ope to fields of endless life, wanderer from the nightly throng, which the eastern heavens gem, guided by an angel's song,
to the babe of Bethlehem. Not Judea's hills alone have earth's weary gleaners trod, not to heirs of David's throne is it given to reign with God, but where'er on his green earth heavenly faith and longing are, heavenly hope and life have birth, neath the smile of Bethlehem's star, in each lowly heart or home, by each love-watched cradle-bed, where we rest or where we roam, still its changeless light is shed, in its beams each quickened heart, however saddened
or denied, keeps one little place apart, for the Hebrew mother's child, and that inner temple fair, may be holier ground than this, hallowed by the pilgrim's prayer, warmed by many a pilgrim's kiss, in its shadow still and dim, where our holiest longings are, rings forever Bethlehem's hymn, shines forever Bethlehem's star.
- 02 - A Christmas Hymn - read by BLC
A Christmas Hymn by Anonymous, read for LibriVox.org by Bryce Crice, Ohio. Written in the chapel of the manger in the convent church of Bethlehem, Palestine. In the fields where, long ago, dropping tears amid the leaves, Ruth's young feet went to and fro, binding up the scattered sheaves. In the field that heard the voice of Judea's shepherd king, still the gleaners may rejoice, still the reapers shout and sing.
For each mountain, vale and plain, felt the touch of holier feet. Then the gleaners of the grain in voices full and sweet, peace on earth, goodwill to men, ring from angel lips afar, while o'er every glade and glen broke the light of Bethlehem's star. Star of hope to souls in night, star of peace above our strife, guiding where the gates of death, hope to fields of endless life. Wanderer from the nightly throng, which the eastern heavens gem,
guided by an angel's song to the babe of Bethlehem. Not Judea's hills alone have earth's weary gleners trod, not to heirs of David's throne is it given to reign with God. But where e'er on his green earth heavenly faith and longing are, heavenly hope and life have birth neath the smile of Bethlehem's star. In each lowly heart or home, by each love-watched cradle bed, where we rest or where we roam,
still its changeless light is shed. In its beams each quickened heart, however saddened or denied, keeps one little place apart for the Hebrew mother's child. And that inner temple fair may be holier ground than this, hallowed by the pilgrim's prayer, worn by many a pilgrim's kiss. In its shadow still and dim, where our holiest longings are, rings forever Bethlehem's hymn, shines forever Bethlehem's star.
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- 03 - A Christmas Hymn - read by DL
A Christmas Hymn by Anonymous. Read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence. In Ottawa, Ontario. December 2025. Written in the Chapel of the Manger, in the Convent Church of Bethlehem, Palestine. In the fields where, long ago, dropping tears amid the leaves, Ruth's young feet went to and fro, binding up the scattered sheaves. In the field that heard the voice of Judea's shepherd king, still the gleaners may rejoice,
still the reapers shout and sing. For each mound and vale and plain felt the touch of holier feet. Then the gleaners of the grain heard in voices full and sweet, Peace on earth, goodwill to men, Ring from angel lips afar, While o'er every glade and glen Broke the light of Bethlehem's star. Star of hope to souls in night, Star of peace above our strife,
Guiding were the gates of death, Hope to fields of endless life. Wanderer from the nightly throng, Which the eastern heavens gem, Guided by an angel's song To the babe of Bethlehem. Not Judea's hills alone Have earth's reary gleaners trod, Not to heirs of David's throne Is it given to reign with God.
But where e'er on his green earth Heavenly faith and longing are, Heavenly hope and life have birth, Neath the smile of Bethlehem's star. In each lowly heart or home, By each loved watch cradle-bed, Where we rest or where we roam, Still its changeless light is shed. In its beams each quickened heart, Howe'er saddened or denied,
Keeps one little place apart For the Hebrew mother's child. And that inner temple fair May be holier ground than this, Hollowed by the pilgrim's prayer, Warmed by many a pilgrim's kiss. In its shadow, still and dim, Where our holiest longings are, Rings forever Bethlehem's hymn, Shines forever Bethlehem's star.
- 04 - A Christmas Hymn - read by DLS
A Christmas Hymn by Anonymous, read for LibriVox.org, by Lee Saltert, Elizabethtown, Pennsylvania, USA. Written in the Chapel of the Manger, in the Convent Church of Bethlehem, Palestine. In the fields where long ago, dropping tears amid the leaves, Ruth's young feet went to and fro, binding up the scattered sheaves. In the field that heard the voice of Judea's shepherd king, still the gleaners may rejoice, still the reapers shout and sing. For each
mountain vale and plain, felt the touch of holier feet. Then the gleaners of the grain, heard in voices full and sweet. Peace on earth, goodwill to men, ring from angel lips afar, while our every glade and glen broke the light of Bethlehem's star. Star of hope to souls in night, star of peace above our strife. Guiding where the gates of death, hope to fields of endless life. Wanderer from the nightly throng, which the eastern heavens gem, guided by an angel's song,
to the babe of Bethlehem. Not Judea's hills alone have earth's weary gleaners trod, not to heirs of David's throne is it given to reign with God. But where e'er on his green earth, heavenly faith and longing are, heavenly hope and life have birth, neath the smile of Bethlehem's star. In each lowly heart or home, by each love-watched cradle-bed, where we rest or where we roam, still its changeless light is shed. In its beams each quickened heart,
however saddened or denied, keeps one little place apart for the Hebrew mother's child. And that inner temple fair may be holier ground than this, hallowed by the pilgrim's prayer, warmed by many a pilgrim's kiss. In its shadows still and dim, where our holiest longings are, Rings forever Bethlehem's hymn, Shines forever Bethlehem's star. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
- 05 - A Christmas Hymn - read by BWC
A Christmas Hymn by Anonymous Read for Librivox.org by Beeswaxcandle Written in the chapel of the manger In the convent church of Bethlehem, Palestine. In the fields where, long ago, Dropping tears amid the leaves, Ruth's young feet went to and fro, Binding up the scattered sheaves. In the field that heard the voice Of Judea's shepherd king,
Still the gleaners may rejoice, Still the reapers shout and sing. For each mountain, vale, and plain Felt the touch of holier feet. Then the gleaners of the grain Heard in voices full and sweet, Peace on earth, goodwill to men, Ring from angel lips afar, While o'er every glade and glen Broke the light of Bethlehem's star.
Star of hope to souls in night, Star of peace above our strife, Guiding where the gates of death Oak to fields of endless life, Wanderer from the nightly throng, Which the eastern heaven's gem, Guided by an angel's song To the babe of Bethlehem. Not Judea's hills alone Have earth's weary gleaners trod,
Not to heirs of David's throne Is it given to reign with God. But where e'er on his green earth Heavenly faith and longing are, Heavenly hope and life have birth, Neath the smile of Bethlehem's star. In each lowly hut or home, By each love-watched cradle-bed, Where we rest or where we roam, Still it's changed us light to shed.
In its beams, each quickened heart, How e'er saddened or denied, Keeps one little place apart For the Hebrew mother's child. And that inner temple fair May be holier ground than this, Hallowed by the pilgrim's prayer, Warmed by many a pilgrim's kiss. In its shadows, still and dim, Where our holiest longings are,
Rings forever Bethlehem's hymn, Shines forever Bethlehem's star.
- 06 - A Christmas Hymn - read by CG
A Christmas Hymn by Anonymous, read for LibriVox.org, by Kai. Written in the chapel of the manger, in the convent church of Bethlehem, Palestine. In the fields where, long ago, dropping tears amid the leaves, Ruth's young feet went to and fro, binding up the scattered sheaves. In the field that heard the voice of Judea's shepherd king, still the gleaners may rejoice,
till the reapers shout and sing. For each mountain vale in pain, felt a touch of holier feet, than the gleaners of the grain, heard in voices full and sweet. Peace on earth, goodwill to men, ring from angel lips afar, where over every glade and glen broke the light of Bethlehem's star.
Star of hope to souls in night, star of peace above our strife, guiding, where the gates of death, open to fields of endless life, wanderer from the nightly throng, which the eastern heavens gem, guided by an angel's song, to the babe of Bethlehem. Not Judea's hills alone, have earth's weary gleaners trod, not to heirs of David's throne, is it given to reign with God.
But where on his green earth, heavenly faith and longing are, heavenly hope and life have birth, neath the smile of Bethlehem's star. In each lowly heart or home, by each love-watched cradle bed, where we rest or where we roam, still its changeless light is shed. In its beam each quickened heart, however saddened or denied, keeps one little place
apart for the Hebrew mother's child. In that inner temple fair, may be holier ground than this, hollowed by the pilgrim's prayer, warmed by many a pilgrim's kiss. In its shadow, still and dim, where our holiest longings are, rings forever Bethlehem's hymn, shines forever Bethlehem's star.
End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
- 07 - A Christmas Hymn - read by GLN
A Christmas Hymn by Anonymous, read for LibriVox.org by Garth Burton. Written in the Chapel of the Manger, in the Convent Church of Bethlehem, Palestine. In the fields where, long ago, dropping tears amid the leaves, Ruth's young feet went to and fro, binding up the scattered sheaves. In the field that heard the voice of Judea's shepherd king, still the gleaners may rejoice,
still the weepers shout and sing. For each mount and vale and plain felt the touch of holier feet. Then the gleaners of the grain heard, in voices full and sweet, Peace on earth, good will to men, ring from angel lips afar, while our every glade and glen wrote the light of Bethlehem's star.
Star of hope to souls in night, star of peace above our strife, guiding, where the gates of death hope to fields of endless life, wanderer from the nightly throng which the eastern heavens gem, guided by an angel's song, to the babe of Bethlehem. Not Judea's hills alone have earth's weary gleaners trod, not to heirs of David's throne is it given to reign with God.
But where'er on his green earth heavenly faith and longing are, heavenly hope and life have beneath the smile of Bethlehem's star. In each lonely heart or home, by each love-watched cradle-bed, where we rest or where we roam, still its changeless light is shed. In its beams, each quickened heart, how e'er saddened or denied, keeps one little place
apart for the Hebrew mother's child. And that inner temple fair may be holier ground than this, hallowed by the pilgrim's prayer, warmed by many a pilgrim's kiss. In its shadow, still and dim, where our holiest longings are, rings for ever Bethlehem's hymn, shines for ever Bethlehem's star.
- 08 - A Christmas Hymn - read by LCW
A Christmas Hymn by Anonymous, read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson. Written in the chapel of the manger in the convent church of Bethlehem, Palestine. In the fields where long ago, dropping tears amid the leaves, Ruth's young feet went to and fro, binding up the scattered sheaves. In the fields that heard the voice of Judea's shepherd king.
Still the gleaners may rejoice, still the reapers shout and sing. For each mountain, vale, and plain felt the touch of holier feet. Then the gleaners of the grain heard in voice full and sweet, Peace on earth, goodwill to men ring from angel lips afar, while o'er every glade and glen broke the light of Bethlehem's star.
Star of hope to souls in night, star of peace above our strife, guiding where the gates of death oped to fields of endless life, wanderer from the nightly throng which the eastern heavens jam, guided by an angel's song, to the babe of Bethlehem. Not Judea's hills alone have earth's weary gleaners trod, not to heirs of David's throne is it given to reign with God.
But where'er on his green earth heavenly faith and longing are, heavenly hope and life have birth neath the smile of Bethlehem's star. In each lowly heart or home, by each love-watched cradle-bed, where we rest or where we roam, still its changeless light shed. In its beams each quickened heart, however saddened or denied, keeps one little place
apart for the Hebrew mother's child. And that inner temple fair may be holier ground than this, hallowed by the pilgrim's prayer, warmed by many a pilgrim's kiss. In its shadows still and dim, where our holiest longings are, rings forever Bethlehem's hymn. Shines forever Bethlehem's star.
- 09 - A Christmas Hymn - read by PFS
A Christmas Hymn by Anonymous Read for LibriVox.org by Phil Schremph Written in the chapel of the manger in the convent church of Bethlehem, Palestine In the fields where long ago, dropping tears amid the leaves, Ruth's young feet went to and fro, binding up the scattered sheaves. In the field that heard the voice of Judea's shepherd king, still the gleaners may rejoice, still the reapers shout and sing. For each
mount and vale and plain felt the touch of holier feet. Then the gleaners of the grain heard in voices full and sweet, Peace on earth, goodwill to men, ring from angel lips afar, While o'er every glade and glen broke the light of Bethlehem's star. Star of hope to souls in night, star of peace above our strife, guiding where the gates of death hope to fields of endless life. Wanderer from the nightly throng, which the eastern heavens gem, guided
by an angel's song, to the babe of Bethlehem. Not Judea's hills alone have earth's weary gleaners trod, not to heirs of David's throne is it given to reign with God. But where'er on his green earth heavenly faith and longing are, heavenly hope and life have birth, neath the smile of Bethlehem's star. In each lonely heart or home, by each love-watched cradle-bed, where we rest or where we roam, still its changeless light is shed. In its beams each
quickened heart, how air saddened or denied, keeps one little place apart for the Hebrew mother's child. And that inner temple fair may be holier ground than this, hallowed by the pilgrim's prayer, warmed by many a pilgrim's kiss. In its shadows still and dim, where our holiest longings are, rings forever Bethlehem's hymn, shines forever Bethlehem's star.
- 10 - A Christmas Hymn - read by SP
A CHRISTMAS Hymn by Anonymous Read for LibriVox.org by Shrimpfish Written in the Chapel of the Manger, in the convent church of Bethlehem, Palestine. In the fields where, long ago, dropping tears amid the leaves, Ruth's young feet went to and fro, binding up the scattered sheaves.
In the field that heard the voice of Judea's shepherd king, Still the gleaners may rejoice, still the reapers shout and sing. For each mountain vale and plain felt the touch of holier feet Than the gleaners of the grain heard in voices full and sweet. Peace on earth, goodwill to men, ring from angel lips afar,
While o'er every glade and glen broke the light of Bethlehem's star. Star of hope to souls and night, star of peace above our strife, Guiding where the gates of death, open to fields of endless life. Wanderer from the nightly throng, which the eastern heavens gem, Guided by an angel's song to the babe of Bethlehem.
Not Judea's hills alone have earth's weary gleaners trod, Not to heirs of David's throne is it given to reign with God. But where'er on his green earth heavenly faith and longing are, Heavenly hope and life have birth, neath the smile of Bethlehem's star. In each lowly heart or home, by each love-watched cradle bed,
Where we rest or where we roam, still its changeless light is shed. In its beams each quickened heart, however saddened or denied, Keeps one little place apart for the Hebrew mother's child. And that inner temple fair may be holier ground than this, Hollowed by the pilgrim's prayer, warmed by many a pilgrim's kiss.
In its shadows still and dim, where our holiest longings are, Rings forever Bethlehem's hymn, shines forever Bethlehem's star.
