“Glory to God in the highest
  And on earth peace,
  Good will to men.”

In the lowly manger, a little child; on the hillside pasture, a heavenly host singing His praises!  Then it was once more quiet, and the darkness was about the shepherds.  They looked at one another and said,—­“Let us go, indeed, to Bethlehem, to see this thing that has come to pass, which the Lord hath made us know.”

So, in all haste, with the sound of that hymn of glory in their ears, they left the pasture and sought the town.  They went to the inn, but they looked not there for the child; where the mangers were, there they sought Him, and found Him lying, and by Him Joseph and Mary.  There were others by the new-born child, some who had doubtless come out from the inn at hearing of the birth.  “Whence are these shepherds?” they might have said to themselves, “and what has brought them to this birthplace?”

To all by the manger, the shepherds, their minds full of the strange sight they had witnessed, recount the marvel.  They tell how one appeared with such brightness about him as in old times they had heard gave witness that the Lord God would speak to His people; how their fear at his presence was quieted by his strange and joyful words; and how, when he had said, “Ye shall find a child wrapped in swaddling-clothes, lying in a manger,” they suddenly were aware of a host of angels round about them sounding praise, to which God also listened.

Those to whom they told these things were amazed indeed at the strangeness.  What did the marvel mean, they wondered.  They could know no more than the shepherds had told them, and as for these men, they went away to their flocks again, praising God, for now they too, had seen the child, and it was all true, and with their human voice they caught up the song of rejoicing which had fallen from angelic lips.

There was one who heard it all, and we may think did not say much or ask much, but laid it away in her heart.  It was Mary, and she had, in the treasure-house where she put away this wonder, other thoughts and recollections in company with it.  There, in her inmost heart, she kept the remembrance of a heavenly visitor who had appeared to her when she was alone, and had quieted her fear by words that told her of this coming birth, and filled her soul with the thought that He whom she should bear was to have the long-deserted throne and a kingdom without end.  She remembered how, when she visited her cousin Elizabeth, she was greeted with a psalm of rejoicing that sprang to the lips of that holy woman, and from her own heart had come a psalm of response.

And now the child was born—­born in the place of David, yet born to be laid in a manger.  A name had been given it by the angel, and she called the child Jesus; for Jesus means Saviour, and “He shall,” said the angel, “save His people from their sins.”

AS JOSEPH WAS A-WALKING