Slowly Fall the Snowflakes

Slowly fall the snow­flakes

Clothing earth in white

Sweetly bells are chim­ing

On this Christ­mas night;

Dark the earth afore­time

White on Christ­mas morn;

Christ the curse rev­ers­ing—

Mary’s Son is born.

Slowly fall the snow­flakes

Virgin-white the sod

In the chill des­cend­ing

Like the grace of God;

Wild the var­ied chim­ings

One tale on­ly tell—

Lies in Beth­le­hem’s man­ger

Great Em­ma­nu­el.

Slowly fall the snow­flakes

Hang the hol­ly high

Bright its ber­ries greet­ing

God In­car­nate nigh;

Dark the earth no long­er

Barren nev­er­more

Grace-flow­ers spring to blos­som

On th’eter­nal shore.