The Golden Carol

We saw a light shine out afar

On Christ­mas in the morn­ing

And straight we knew it was Christ’s star

Bright beam­ing in the morn­ing.

Then did we fall on bend­ed knee

On Christ­mas in the morn­ing

And praised the Lord

who’d let us see

His glo­ry at its dawn­ing.

Oh! ev­ery thought be of His name

On Christ­mas in the morn­ing

Who bore for us both grief and shame

Affliction’s sharp­est scorn­ing.

And may we die

when death shall come

On Christ­mas in the morn­ing

And see in Heav’n

our glo­ri­ous home

That star of Christ­mas morn­ing.