Henry Van Dyke
Lord God of the solitary,
Look upon me in my loneliness.
Since I may not keep this Christmas in the home,
Send it into my heart.
Let not my sins cloud me in,
But shine through them with forgiveness in the face of the child
Put me in loving remembrance of the lowly lodging in the stable of
The sorrows of the blessed Mary, the poverty and exile of the
Prince of Peace.
For His sake, give me a cheerful courage to endure my lot,
And an inward comfort to sweeten it.
Purge my heart from hard and bitter thoughts.
Let no shadow of forgetting come between me and friends far away:
Bless them in their Christmas mirth:
Hedge me in with faithfulness,
That I may not grow unworthy to meet them again.
Give me good work to do,
That I may forget myself and find peace in doing it for Thee.
Though I am poor, send me to carry some gift to those who are
Some cheer to those who are more lonely.
Grant me the joy to do a kindness to one of Thy little ones:
Light my Christmas candle at the gladness of an innocent and
Strange is the path where Thou leadest me:
Let me not doubt Thy wisdom, nor lose Thy hand.
Make me sure that Eternal Love is revealed in Jesus, Thy dear Son,
To save us from sin and solitude and death.
Teach me that I am not alone,
But that many hearts, all round the world,
Join with me through the silence, while I pray in His name:
_Our Father which art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name._
_Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven._
_Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we
forgive our debtors._
_And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil:_
_For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever.