The Light Of Christmas Morn

The winds of chill December sound

The farewell of the year

And evening shadows gather ‘round

And cloud the soul with fear

But rest you well good Christian men

Nor be of heart forlorn

December’s darkness brings again

The light of Christmas morn

‘Twas when the world was waxing old

And night on Bethlehem lay

The shepherds saw the heav’ns unfold

A light beyond the day

Such glory ne’er had visited

A world with sin outworn

But yet more glorious light is shed

On happy Christmas morn

The welcome snow each Christmastide

Falls shining from the skies

On village paths and uplands wide

All holy white, it lies

It crowns with pearl, the oaks and pines

And glitters on the thorn

But purer still the light that shines

On gladsome Christmas morn

The shepherds poor, how blest were they

The angel song to hear

In manger cradle, as he lay

To greet the Saviour dear

The Lord of heav’n’s eternal height

For us a babe was born

And He, the very light of light

Shone forth that Christmas morn

The chapel lights above the snow

Do warm the coldest chill

And manger scene, by candle glow

Inclines us to goodwill

Ablaze in wonder and in awe

As every heart adores

But brighter still, the light that falls

On gladsome Christmas morn

And o’er the child a guiding star

Shall lead us into peace

And still in souls, that childlike are

His guardian love shall be

Oh then rejoice, good Christian men

Nor be of heart forlorn

For unto you, in Bethlehem

The Son of God is born

December’s darkness brings again

The light of Christmas morn.