Though In My Heart No Christmas Glee, Though My Song-Bird Be Dumb, Jesus, It Is Enough For Me That Thou Art Come. What Though The Loved Be Scattered Far, Few At The Board Appear, In Thee, O Lord, They Gathered Are, And Thou Art Here. And If Our Hearts Be Low With Lack, They Are Not Therefore Numb; Not Always Will Thy Day Come Back-- Thyself Will Come!