Lyrics

The winds of chill December sound, the farewell of the year
And evening shadows gather 'round, and cloud the soul with fear
But rest you well good Christian men, nor be of heart forlorn
December's darkness brings again, the light of Christmas morn
'Twas when the world was waxing old, and night on Bethlehem lay
The shepherds saw the heav'ns unfold, a light beyond the day
Such glory ne'er had visited, a world with sin outworn
But yet more glorious light is shed, on happy Christmas morn
The welcome snow each Christmastide, falls shining from the skies
On village paths and uplands wide, all holy white, it lies
It crowns with pearl, the oaks and pines, and glitters on the thorn
But purer still the light that shines, on gladsome Christmas morn
The shepherds poor, how blest were they, the angel song to hear
In manger cradle, as he lay, to greet the Saviour dear
The Lord of heav'n's eternal height, for us a babe was born
And He, the very light of light, shone forth that Christmas morn
The chapel lights above the snow, do warm the coldest chill
And manger scene, by candle glow, inclines us to goodwill
Ablaze in wonder and in awe, as every heart adores
But brighter still, the light that falls, on gladsome Christmas morn
And o'er the child a guiding star, shall lead us into peace
And still in souls, that childlike are, his guardian love shall be
Oh then rejoice, good Christian men, nor be of heart forlorn
For unto you, in Bethlehem, the Son of God is born
December's darkness brings again, the light of Christmas morn.