O Lord, I Cannot Plead My Love

Love Came Down At Christmas, Love All Lovely, Love Divine; Love Was Born At Christmas; Star And Angels Gave The Sign.

Tread Softly! All The Earth Is Holy Ground.

Open Wide The Windows Of Our Spirits And Fill Us Full Of Light; Open Wide The Door Of Our Hearts, That We May Receive And Entertain Thee With All Our Powers Of Adoration.

It Is Not The Deed We Do Though The Deed Be Never So Fair, But The Love That The Dear Lord Looketh For, Hidden With Lovely Care In The Heart Of The Deed So Fair.

Love Shall Be Our Token; Love Be Yours And Love Be Mine.