Christmas Carol (Turner)

O

sweet is the sto­ry of old;

That won­der­ful tale of the past;

Tho’ cen­tu­ries on­ward have rolled

That tale shall all ag­es out­last;

For Christ was the babe that was born;

The Son of the Lord came to earth;

The dawn of the first Christ­mas morn

Beheld our Im­ma­nu­el’s birth.

Messiah is king

with rap­ture we sing

All glo­ry

all glo­ry to Thee!

O

tell the glad tid­ings to all;

That won­der­ful sto­ry of old;

Redeemed from the curse and the fall;

Restored to the shel­ter­ing fold;

Our Sav­ior came down from above;

He bore all our sor­row and sin

That we by His in­fi­nite love

A rest and a re­fuge might win.

O

pluck the fresh green of the wood;

The box and the myr­tle en­twine;

Adorn the fair place of the Lord;

With leaves of the ev­er­green vine.

O

loud let the an­thems arise

To greet Him

our Sav­ior

our king;

While Heav­en’s great chor­us re­plies;

Let joy­ful ho­san­nas now ring.