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Seeking Thee at Christmas, Lord (1937)

By Annie A. Zeidman

Seeking Thee at Christmas, Lord,

We cannot cross the sea,

The deserts or the mountains

To bring our gifts to Thee.

We cannot see the angels

Or the star in Judah’s skies,

Or all the wonder dawning

In Mary’s gentle eyes.

So we see Thee nearer, Lord,

Where poverty’s dark tide

Flows ever past the door

Where grief and misery abide;

Raiment and bread for myrrh and gold,

And love for incense sweet,

In attic bare for stable rude

We lay them at Thy feet.

For I was an hungered, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink. (Matthew 25:35)