The Christmas Tree

Buds and flow’rs lie hid­den quite

Life to their roots doth creep;

Fairy touch of snowy sprite

Lulls each to qui­et sleep.

Now’s the joy­ous Christ­mas­tide;

Mirth wan­ders wide and free;

In church and home on ev­ery side

Blossoms the Christ­mas tree.

Glory to God in the high­est.

Candles gleam ’gainst tin­sel bright

Vying with gifts of love;

Streaming out through dark­en­ing night

Blends with the stars above;

Music

bells

and voic­es clear

Laughter and mer­ry glee

Tell that the dear Christ-child is here

Blessing our Christ­mas tree.

Glory to God in the high­est.

Hail! to thee

dear Christ­mas tree

Loved by the young and old

Wintry blasts dis­turb not thee

Warm heart

that knows no cold.

Earth has all her ver­dure lost

Awaits the call su­per­nal

Thou dost bloom thro’ chill­ing frost

Tree of life eter­nal.

Glory to God in the high­est.