The Happy Christmas Comes Once More

The hap­py Christ­mas comes once more

The heav’n­ly Guest is at the door

The bless­èd words the shep­herds thrill

The joyous tid­ings

Peace

good will.

This world

though wide and far out­spread

Could scarce­ly find for You a bed.

Your cradle was a man­ger stall

No pearl nor silk nor king­ly hall.

O let us go with qui­et mind

The gen­tle Babe with shep­herds find

To gaze on Him who glad­dens them

The love­li­est flow­er of Jes­se’s stem.

The low­ly Sav­ior meek­ly lies

Laid off the splen­dor of the skies;

No crown be­decks His fore­head fair

No pearl

nor gem

nor silk is there.

O wake

our hearts

in glad­ness sing

And keep our Christ­mas with our king

Till liv­ing song

from lov­ing souls

Like sound of migh­ty wa­ter rolls.

O ho­ly Child

Thy man­ger gleams

Till earth and Hea­ven glow with its beams

Till midn­ight noon’s broad light hath won

And Ja­cob’s star out­shines the sun.

Thou pa­tri­archs’ joy

Thou pro­phets’ song

Thou heav­enly Day­spring

looked for long

Thou Son of Man

in­car­nate Word

Great Da­vid’s Son

great Da­vid’s Lord.

Come

Je­sus

glo­ri­ous heav’n­ly Guest

Keep Thine own Christ­mas in our breast

Then Da­vid’s harp strings

hushed so long

Shall swell our ju­bi­lee of song.