It can’t be bought online with a coupon code. And it’s not sold in stores. It can’t even be gifted from one desperate human to another. And while the world grasps desperately at phantom versions of it, true Hope stands there wanting to be found.
John Sullivan Dwight’s version of the poem states it perfectly: “A thrill of hope…”
It’s what Christ’s birth gave us that first Christmas years ago, and it’s what He gives us every day of this life.
Without it, we have nothing to do but despair. But with it, even through the weariness of this world, we can rejoice.
Yes, even through tragedy and heartache and the deepest sorrow, we can rejoice. Because this life is not the end of the story.
We have a Savior, wanting and waiting to give us a life that’s far more abundant than the dimly-lit path we often find ourselves on.
Be more than merry this Christmas. Be filled withthe thrill of Hope. Ask Christ to become your Savior. Find out who He truly is.
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Thank you for reading this blog and being a part of my life! May your Christmas and your New Year be filled with Hope.
O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,It is the night of our dear Saviour’s birth.Long lay the world in sin and error pining,‘Til He appear’d and the soul felt its worth.A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! O hear the angel voices!O night divine, O night when Christ was born;O night divine, O night, O night Divine.
Led by the light of Faith serenely beaming,With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming,Here come the wise men from Orient land.The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger;In all our trials born to be our friend.
He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger,Behold your King! Before Him lowly bend!Behold your King, Before Him lowly bend!
Truly He taught us to love one another;His law is love and His gospel is peace.Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother;And in His name all oppression shall cease.Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,Let all within us praise His holy name.
Christ is the Lord! O praise His Name forever,His power and glory evermore proclaim.His power and glory evermore proclaim.