O Happy Earth

O hap­py earth

whose dark­est night

The an­gels flood with song and light!

O happy shep­herds

first to hear

The tid­ings meant for ev­ery ear!

O hap­py night

O hap­py morn

A Sav­ior

Christ the Lord

is born!

O hap­py heav’n

among whose spheres

The Christ Child’s blaz­ing star ap­pears!

O hap­py Magi

from afar

Led by the Christ Child’s blaz­ing star!

O Beth­le­hem! O spot most fair

For Ma­ry and the Child are there!

The maid­en mother

vir­gin blest

She clasps the Christ Child to her breast;

The won­der­ing shep­herds may ad­ore

The east­ern kings their trea­sures pour

But in her heart the Babe di­vine

Has fa­shioned for Him­self a shrine.

O hap­py souls that throng on throng

Make fair the ag­es all along

In glad suc­ces­sion hail the star

And catch and spread the tid­ings far

And car­ol still each Christ­mas morn

A Sav­ior

Christ the Lord

is born!

Awake

awake

O slug­gard heart!

O foes

be friends

for­get your smart!

O cold hearth

glow; laugh

lone­ly place!

O’erflow

O earth

with ev­ery grace;

Sing

sing again this bless­èd morn

The Sav­ior of the world is born!