Christmas Morn

One and all

come let us sing

On this birth­day of our king!

How the bless­èd Christ was born

On the happy Christ­mas morn.

Glory! Glo­ry! Glo­ry in the high­est!

Glory! Glory! Glo­ry!

Glory to our heav’n­ly king!

Jesus came a lit­tle child

Holy

harm­less

meek and mild;

Came to reign o’er all the earth

Though so low­ly was His birth.

Not up­on a roy­al throne

But in hu­man hearts alone;

One and all

we’ll make Him room

Suffer such

said He

to come.

Folded warm­ly to His heart

Never from His love to part;

May each find a hap­py place

In the king­dom of His grace.

Then

when earth­ly scenes are past

One and all

may we at last

Find that Je­sus makes us room

To His glo­ry bids us come.