Of All the Happy Golden Days

Of all the happy gold­en days

The heav’n­ly Fa­ther gives us

None can sur­pass for joy and praise

The glad­some tide of Christ­mas.

How sad and dark the world be­came

The bless­èd Bi­ble tells us

Till in a stall

at Beth­le­hem

Was born the ba­by Je­sus.

Within the inn there was no room

To place the lit­tle Strang­er

So in a cat­tle cave of gloom

They laid Him in a man­ger.

How li­ttle dreamed that si­lent town

Of all the mid­night won­der

When Christ the Lord of Heav’n came down

To break sin’s bands asun­der.

And to the shep­herds

that same night

An an­gel told the sto­ry

And off they hast­ened with de­light

And found the Lord of glo­ry.

And then a won­drous star had led

The wise men

too

to tra­vel

Far from the East

with wea­ry tread

To see this king­ly mar­vel.

And when they found the Sav­ior dear

Within the low­ly man­ger

They wor­shiped Him

and pre­sents rare

They gave the lit­tle Strang­er.

We love to tell how Je­sus came

The bless­èd Lord of glo­ry

For His is now the sweet­est name

In any song or sto­ry.

And gifts are dear­er when we know

That Je­sus first was giv­en;

For God did love this lost world so

He gave His Son from Heav­en.

So let the whole wide world be glad

For all the joy it gives us

For how could any one be sad

On such a day as Christ­mas!