Christmas Is the Dearest Day

The light of Christ­mas morn­ing steals

Across the drift­ed snow;

And o’er the hills the dist­ant bells

Are toil­ing sweet and low;

Then let us lift our voic­es loud

And sing with joy and cheer

For Christ­mas is the dear­est day

In all the hap­py year.

Hallelujah! hal­le­lu­jah!

Hallelujah! Praise the Sav­ior

Hallelujah! hal­le­lu­jah!

Crown Him Lord and king.

The star that rose o’er Beth­le­hem

To hail the Sav­ior’s birth

Ere morn­ing’s ro­sy tide of light

With glo­ry filled the earth;

Shine in our souls

and dawn again

When Christ­mas draw­eth near

For Christ­mas is the dear­est day

In all the hap­py year.

The words the wak­ing shep­herds heard

From an­gels in the skies

When God un­bound with migh­ty hand

The gates of para­dise

Are heard again at Christ­mas­tide

In strains of mu­sic clear

And Christ­mas is the dear­est day

In all the hap­py year.