Studio One

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[Sergeant Marsh is desperately sending out a distress call]

Lt. Johnny Quayle:
No luck?

Sgt. Shirley Marsh:
None.

Lt. Johnny Quayle:
Keep trying!

Sgt. Shirley Marsh:
Why?

Lt. Johnny Quayle:
Something may happen.

Sgt. Shirley Marsh:
Where are we, Johnny?

Lt. Johnny Quayle:
I don't know. Somewhere between Australia and one of the Americas - probably South.

Edward R. Murrow:
One troubled face out of ten. But this is the face of dawning panic on the night America trembled

Mary:
God will us guide, full well wit ye; / Therefore, Joseph, be of good cheer. /For in this place born will he be / That shall save us from sorrows here /Both even and morn. /Sir, wit ye well the time is near/ He shall be born.

Joseph:
Then had we better bide here still,/ Here in this same place all this night.

Angel:
[to Mary] In chastity thy body / Conceive and bear a child you shall;/ This salutation bring I thee./ His name Gesu shall you call.

Third Shepherd:
Yea, forsooth this is the place. /Lo, where that lord is laid /Low in a manger of no grace, /Right as the angel said.

Narrator:
[opening lines] O troubled people in a world of war,/ Be silent yet a little in this place./ For here are mysteries too great to know,/ And yet a peace that passes all desire.

Angel:
Now, Joseph, hearken unto me. /Gabriel am I, God's angel bright; /And I am sent to bid thee flee /With Mary and her precious wight. /For Herod the king will do to death /All boy children that now have breath /In every place /Of all your race /That two years tell./ Till Herod die, I say, /In Egypt shall ye dwell. /Till I bid you away.

Narrator:
Within the dark Gethsemane of our years,/ The miracle of Christmas now appears.