Eden's Christmas

O Eden, choked by sweat and thorn,Of trees and beasts and people shorn, A widowed land, no house of mirth, The womb whence evil had its birth:

O sunless Eden, hail the Light, Who comes to rend the veil of night, The Dawn of Life at virgin breast, Shall work for all a Sabbath rest.

Garden of guilt, where Evil trod, This Seed of Eve, both man and God, Shall raise his heel o’er Satan’s head, To deal the blow that leaves Death dead.

O Eden, sing your tears away, For in the cool of this new day The Savior walks through you once more, His fallen children to restore.