Fear not: for, behold,
I bring you good tidings of great joy,
Which shall be to all people.
For unto you is born this day
In the city of David a Savior,
Which is Christ the Lord,
And this shall be a sign unto you;
You shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes,
Lying in a manger.
Earth's joy is small, her mirth is trivial, but heaven has sent us joy immeasurable, fit for immortal minds. Inasmuch as no note if time is appended and no intimation is given that the message will ever be reversed, we may say that it is a lasting joy, a joy which will ring all down the ages, the echoes of which shall be heard until the trumpet brings the resurrection; yes, and onward forever and ever. For when God sent forth the angel in his brightness to say, "I bring you good tidings of great joy, which be to all people," He did as much as say, "From this time forward, it shall be joy to the sons of men; there shall be peace to the human race and goodwill toward men forever and ever, as long as there is glory to God in the highest." What a blessed thought! The Star of Bethlehem shall never set. Jesus, the fairest among ten thousand, the most lovely among the beautiful, is a joy forever.