Lo, Christ Comes Even to the Least

Lo

Christ comes ev­en to the least

For each the an­gels glad­ly sing;

His star hangs ev­er in the east

And each His trib­ute still may bring.

Life’s com­mon ways ex­alt­ed are

Life’s com­mon work is made sub­lime

By light which falls from Christ­mas star

And me­lo­dy of Christ­mas chime.

The Lord is here

not far away;

He comes to bide from realms ab­ove;

And life is one long Christ­mas Day

That binds us to im­mor­tal love.