What are the gifts we'll bring Him?
No type of sorrow now !

Hearts' prayers shall be our incense,
And love shall crown His brow.

Our Christmas Tree.

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Words by MARIAN FROELICH. #6

Music by G. FROELICH.

1. What tree is this that tow'rs so high, In ver- dure clad 'neath wint'ry sky? Its branches bend with 2. When bitter winds sweep o'er the land, The for- est mon-archs shiv'ring stand, Ar- rayed in soft and

3 Bedecked with gold and silver bright,

And golden tapers giving light;
And presents, too, to children dear,
And found arranged in beauty here.

4 There loving thought and mem'ries sweet,

On ev'ry bough, enthroned, we greet;
With happy hearts we all agree,

In thanks for this, our Christmas tree.

The Wonderful Star.-CONCLUDED.

Let down from heav'n above, through gates a- jar! Beau-ti ful, beau-ti - ful,

Joy to the World.