’Tis Christmas Morn

’Tis Christ­mas morn! with noise­less tread

The cen­tu­ries have on­ward sped;

Proud

earth­ly pow­ers have passed away

And king­doms crum­bled to de­cay.

But per­fume from the Ma­gi gift

And ech­oes from the an­gels’ chime

Still lin­ger on the Christ­mas air

And float up­on the stream of time.

And swift-winged winds for aye re­peat

The tid­ings which the shep­herds told

The sto­ry of re­deeming love—

Forever new

for­ev­er old!