The blasts of chill December sound
The farewell of
the year,
And night's swift shadows gath'ring round
O'er cloud the
soul with fear;
But rest you well, good Christian men,
Nor be of heart
forlorn;
December's darkness begins again
The Light of
Christmas morn.
The welcome snow at Christmas-tyde
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,
And purer is the Light that shines
On gladsome
Christmas morn.
'Twas when the world was waxing old,
And night on
Bethlehem lay,
The shepherds saw the heavens 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.
Those shepherds poor, how blest were they
The angels' song
to hear!
In manger cradle as He lay,
To greet their
Lord so dear!
The Lord of Heaven's eternal height
For us a Child was
born:
And He, the very Light of Light,
Shone forth that
Christmas morn!
Before His Infant smile afar
Were driven the
hosts of hell;
And still in souls that childlike are
His guardian Love
shall dwell:
O then rejoice, good Christian men,
Nor be of hear
forlorn;
December's darkness bring again
The Light of
Christmas morn.
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