Christmas Morning (Meigs)

Now the joy­ful Christ­mas morn­ing

Breaking o’er the world be­low

Tells again the won­drous sto­ry

Of the Christ Child long ago.

Hark! we hear again the chor­us

Echoing thro’ the star­ry sky

And we join the heav’n­ly an­them

Glory be to God on high!

Out of ev­ery clime and peo­ple

Under ev­ery ho­ly name

Is the ev­er­last­ing Gos­pel

Good and glad for aye the same;

So we

in our hap­py Christ­mas

Breathe the uni­vers­al creed

Clasping hands with dist­ant ag­es

In a bro­ther­hood indeed.

Sing aloud

then

hearts and voic­es!

Shout

O new world

free and strong!

Hail of Light the death­less tri­umph

Join the old world’s birth­day song—

Glory be to God the High­est!

Peace on earth

good will to men!

’Twas the morn­ing stars that pealed it—

Let the world re­spond again.