Come carolers and let us sing
Of when He came in like a thief
To the camp of the enemy
In the dark of moon, and year.
Past the sleeping watch of history
The guard-fires, fences and the dogs
As swift and silent as the snow
To our long-accustomed prison.
There to break the ancient chains
And then to lead us one by one
Beyond the ring of firelight
Into His Father’s holy dark.
And in the morning when they came
To kick us back to wakefulness
And lay our earned judgment on
They found there sentenced in our place
An infant, come red and wailing
To a world like a winter sea
They laughed, the drowning and the frost
Who saw their doom, and knew Him not.
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