Christmas Music

Christmas mu­sic mer­ri­ly wakes the ech­oes;

Hark! hark! how it freights the air;

While the storm-king holds his wild­est re­vels

Flings

flings snow­drifts ev­eryw­here;

From the bel­fry in the tow­er

In the cha­pel on the hill

Harmony des­cends like sil­ver show­er

Or like sweet­ly flow­ing rill.

Christmas mu­sic mer­ri­ly wakes the ech­oes;

Hark! hark! ov­er the ci­ty’s streets;

Pealing clear­ly while the snow is fall­ing

Pure

pure cov­er­ing all it meets;

The ca­thed­ral’s deep-toned thun­der

Joins a sweet­ly chim­ing bell

And the pass­er

lost in joy and won­der

Lists what me­tal tongues can tell.

Christmas mu­sic mer­ri­ly wakes the ech­oes;

Hark! hark! sound­ing far and near;

Happy child­ren lend their flute-like voic­es

Praise

praise Chris­tmas joy and cheer;

Sweetest mu­sic of the heart-strings

Swept by fin­gers skilled by love

Gives to life a charm so true

en­dear­ing

Earth be­comes like Heav’n above.