Whereon

...Sing, Christ­mas bells, this is the morn

Sing out to all, the bond, the free,...

...Thou art the gold­en al­tar

Thyself the bleed­ing vic­tim,...

...God make my life a li­ttle staff

That so what health and strength I have...

...Let no dark clouds ob­struct the morn

Let mor­tals join to sing His fame,...

...On East­er Day was fought the fight,

end...

...O Maker of the migh­ty deep

Above our life’s ad­ven­ture keep...

...Thus from us all our plea­sures fly

And when the night of death draws nigh,...

...An al­tar stands with­in the shrine

Is set, im­ma­cu­late, di­vine,...

...Lord, grant that we the path may tread

And ga­ther, as we on­ward go,...

...Until I make Thy foes a stool,

The Lord shall out of Si­on send...

...Here the King hath spread His ta­ble,

Christ our Pass­ov­er to trace:...

...Awake and sing! ’tis Christ­mas morn,

In Beth­le­hem is the Shep­herd born....

...Thine are all worlds, and Thine all realms of space,

Whate’er the sun­light clasps in its em­brace,...

...We would see Je­sus, the great rock found­ation

Nor life nor death, with all their agi­ta­tion,...

...O hap­py day! O hap­py day!

Happy Christ­mas day!...

...Christians, awake, sa­lute the hap­py morn

Rise to adore the mys­te­ry of love...

...The Sav­ior had no place of rest,

O hon­or then your mak­er’s name;...

...For the wealth of path­less for­ests,

For the winds that haunt the branch­es,...

...That leads to bliss un­told,

Is found in script of gold:...

...Thou hast but hay and straw so rough,

As ’twere Thy heav­en, art throned in state....