Christians, Carol Sweetly

Christians

car­ol sweet­ly

Up to­day and sing!

’Tis the hap­py birth­day

Of our ho­ly king:

Haste we then to greet Him

Humbly fall­ing down

While our hands en­twine Him

Dearest Babe

a crown.

Crowds of snow-white an­gels

Throng the gold­en stair;

All things are de­light­ful

All things pass­ing fair;

Bells

clear mu­sic mak­ing

Peal the news to earth;

Chimes with­in make an­swer

All is glee and mirth.

Michael

at the ma­nger

Bows his roy­al face;

Gabriel

with li­ly

Hides trans­cend­ent grace:

For

dear friends

the glo­ry

Of that low­ly bed

Overpowers the beau­ty

On arch­an­gels shed.

Shall I tell of Jo­seph

Who

with rapt sur­prise

Sees the light from God­head

Fill those in­fant eyes?

Shall I sing of Ma­ry

Who

up­on her breast

Cradles her cre­at­or

Soothes Him to His rest?

Angels

Ma­ry

Jo­seph

Yes

I greet you all!

Falling down in wor­ship

At the man­ger stall!

For you hail our mon­arch

Born a child to­day;

So with you I wor­ship

And my hom­age pay.